"But the green nuts are falling on my heart."
(a real line of poetry - by Marjorie L. C. Pickthall. From Marguerite Wilkinson's New Voices, 1924.)
The former snail hunter of Kahalu`u feeds her chicken
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Her cigarette smoke preceded her; as we turned the corner, she muttered
something about "our nation." A hen paced beside the fence, demanding to be
fed....
15 hours ago

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