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He chirps his black SUV, strolls besidea woman scraping through her purse.
by Christopher Raley
Thick boiling risesin the cold kitchenof the cold morning.
Parting clouds dapplebrown skin of hills.Marshland reeds sway.
The storm has passed overand cloud-pent air risen upto steel-eyed stars.
Charles cast critical gazesat dashboard, muttered dark propheciesrelated to transmission