" . . . life itself's
Beauty which all forever so long as there is
a human race like flowers and, I suppose,
other animals -- they too must know something
of what it is to love, to be alive, to have
life, to be on the sweetness of Earth herself,
great Goddess we take for granted, God the Father so much
more the strain of our beings, she the sweetness
we arrive in pursuit of . . . "
Another death on Waihee Road
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"What's her name?" asked the maintenance guy seated on a rock wall at the
Key Project, his head lowered, beside his trash can, broom, black bags, and
othe...
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