Anemone’s Windflower

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Pennies, Falls, and Fountains

Death hits like sticks cracking frozen flowers like bricks killing every hour.   A war-torn survivor flashes back. She’s called “a liar.” feeling All Blacked-   Out: psychotic I’m out of control! not simply neurotic; I have no soul.   to The Remainder I no longer go. Pennino, The Stranger, religiously said, “No.”   HeContinue reading “Pennies, Falls, and Fountains”

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