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{"MY BLACK SKIN LINGERS INTO EVERYTHING"} E-1
Category: Writing and Poetry
It was June 21st, a hot day filled with the aroma of spring that felt like a wet day. People of bronze had assembled for Mother's funeral. A mid-fifties jasper came into view as I was looking about the chapel. Under my feet, his rugged, gold-chained cowboy boots thudded loudly on the » Continue Reading