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Mick, we are in a swamp.
Bullrush baited, thick
in the thicket, vibrant
and violent. We
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Fireworks rupture the smoke
gold stars like sky-sealed approval
burst trickle down
green
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When she left, Anita took Mom's valise, the round one with the wooden handle from Eaton's department store. Mom was furious. She'd had it on hold at the store for weeks while she earned enough to ... [+]