Late September
Issue #101
Winter 2006-07
after Vittorio Sereni Now, from the sweet fragrance of roses bitterness stings our nostrils. Our bay’s withdrawn from us, our beach littered with broken things—splintered oars, bits of old clay pipe from a long-ago shipwreck, fragments of china plates. Exciting,...
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