Highlights of the Low Lights
Issue #142
Winter 2019-20
She held my dog’s paw like a gentle jewel. Wind blew her hair into a moonlit arc of ocean. I sat on the tub while she shaved her legs. We shrugged in the downpour. Playground wings and swings, unchained laughter....
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