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Wandering Souls-1

September 30, 2013

  And when their great fear appeared, rusted and salt-streaked, churning toward them, trailing a thin, dirty, blue smear of diesel smoke across the green blue sky, she handed her child to the old lady, undressed and slipped over the gunwales into the swell, thinking that if she swam to them and was fished, fresh and naked, from the sea, she might blind them to her treasure.


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