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nostrils for plague

Back Home Tanka Back from the sun’s glare—Fog obliterates the sky—It’s good to be home.The birds shroud their songs in gray—We swab our nostrils for plague. What I’m Reading: “Eat and write or die.” — Jim Harrison / The Search … Continue reading

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