the leaves
short fiction, prose-poetry, small stones
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november
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10.11.13
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cactus blooms: pinkish-white
along the dry riverbed trail; the sun shining hotter than usual this early
November noon
16.11.12
stain
November sixteenth
a kitchen spoon left
on the counter
for days
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