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Debra Pallone Parks
Leonids What she wanted was to grab her coat, drive to Newson's Landing where the wind bucks and chafes. There he would smooth the flannel blanket, sip cocoa as his free hand roamed her waist. Instead, lanky cypress stand in a river bed wasted by weeds and grass and in the dark, before desire cools back to stone, the stars that are struck fall away and burn. |
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