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Flowby Nancy ClarkI hug the interstate through a sun-soaked August afternoon, the kind that makes me six or eight or ten again and lying on my back to contemplate the same kind of sky the windshield shields me from-- sky that's watercolor washed in fertile blue with white clouds rising like fluffy mushrooms that billow into imagined faces and other soft similes. |
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