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By Amy Connors

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POETRY & PROSE Saffron light above the sink tints the taste of butter cream from the spoon with reverie thoughts fall away like loose change to the floor where echoes of my mother rest if the humidity’s right I can feel the flannel cats and dogs still press against my skin where July bug bites were once scratched by tiny scallop nails construction paper dreams rest under the veils that once brought 8-legged nightmares when laws were based in light they say the seasons change and time is a line I say the tender leaves always return home

CATHERINE NAKAJIMA

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TUFTS OBSERVER

OCTOBER 4, 2010

Fall 2010 - Issue 2  

Tufts Observer (Volume CXXI Issue 2)

Fall 2010 - Issue 2  

Tufts Observer (Volume CXXI Issue 2)

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