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October 2005 / Volume Six / Issue Five | |||||||||||
Jason Floyd Williams | |||||||||||
nevermind the romantics. They're called thin places– these spots where Heaven & Earth almost touch. We had such a moment at the zoo when it started to rain & we sought cover underneath some weeping willows, next to the flamingo den. All these pink, Harryhausen-ish, swizzle sticks kept hop-scotching thru the storm, & we huddled against the wet. If we had been dating longer, I'd have proposed. Instead, that happened in a far less auspicious setting, with you jack-hammering fingers on this very resilient pimple on my neck. |
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