Falling Asleep in a Town Near Beach
Issue #36
Spring 1985
Tonight wind is so strong I figure it's a ghost that makes it howl and leaves rustle until they scream oak. It comes down from the graveyard that overlooks a field of condo now instead of corn. Pox filled with...
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