Old Bones, New Flowers in the Judiths [1]
June 25, 2012Essay by Lorraine Berry
The sky was aster blue, and the burnt, bare trees looked like punji sticks shooting up from the crest of the ridge.
The sky was aster blue, and the burnt, bare trees looked like punji sticks shooting up from the crest of the ridge.
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