Mask Making
Issue #48
Spring 1989
Broken screen—cicadas drill through the gauzy scent of orange blossoms heavy over the grove. One gangly mantis clambers out of the queen's wreath, kneels over a jewel-backed beetle. I lie back. on bare tile, my hair swaddled...
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