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the boy touched the girl's arm lovingly and told her not to leave that safe place behind the parked bus... gun shots were very near... their eyes were tearful and burning from the tear gas... as he ran to join the crowd, he turned back and blew her a kiss...
the air in the coming days and weeks and months was filled with tear gas, gun shots, and a kiss that was never repeated...
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2 comments:
Silly me, expecting something linear. Or, maybe this is linear. Onto part III.
Kathleen..
my path is spiral... so is my writing...
not bad to walk through a maze for a while rather than a straight street, eh?
:)
be well
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