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June 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue Two | |||||||||
Justin Hyde | |||||||||
our palm coast when i was eleven mellida sanderson cupped my hand into hers led me to the far edge of the trailer park to the base of a mulberry tree with large knots that made footholds up to a flat sturdy branch she called palm coast because five years ago before her dad left he took her and her mom down to florida on a greyhound oceans she said with no end and never winter dad has a house right on the beach and he's working on a room just for me i'm sure he'll let you come too he'll teach you to catch fish from the ocean what we don't eat you can sell to make us money we put our faces together and touched the tips of our tongues pinky swear she said holding out her left hand dad says pinky swear means more than promise |
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