Phoenix (Solo 1.3)
Ploughshares Solos Omnibus Volume 1
I remember, most vividly, the tea my mother used to dye her auburn hair, the soup of crushed marigolds, rose hips, and paprika. It was crimson, like the blood that drips from Pete and Willow’s goats this morning, young wethers...
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