It feels like a desert, this early summer, and with flowering cactus to prove it...
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- beth beasley
- Western North Carolina, United States
- ::from Stings, by Sylvia Plath:: Bare-handed, I hand the combs/The man in white smiles, bare-handed/Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet/The throats of our wrists brave lilies.
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