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May
In a Garden By the Sea
Posted By in UncategorizedThe iron seat, though painted white, would stain our clothes with rust, and the embarrassment of golden mud causes a certain hesitancy. We look at flowers, sniff the ocean breeze, dip our toes into pollen- coated streams. Alone with desire. Flanked by azaleas. We lie in sweetly-scented springtime down beneath the magnolia by invitation of the grass. first published in Independence Boulevard
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