Laughing Africa
Issue #42
Spring 1987
Nights in the barn, the clean astringence of urine steaming into the tendrils of a dungfire, the cattle sleeping their own way, and me mine, despite the puppies tied to the housepost, their lean mother snapping, the only window stuffed...
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