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Penby Linda Etheridgeinto a satin slipper hiding unfortunate barrels of old age with grace in its darkness... Late evening meanders throughout catacombs (willows wait under amber glint of the moon) by satin slipper of night. A lark sends messages into deep tentacles, perceptions of New England countryside as I think of my mother's pen filled with innuendo and craft, nuances of character and poise the soul of a dragon. |
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