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Linda loves long summer
afternoons. Inside voices hush, the wind subsides. Night waits as golden sorrow bathes her heart, Deep cleansing beneath angry lips of wounds, Absorbing pain where hunger still abides. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use. |