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Sharp, dark shadows cut severe edges. Her voice tinkles like a cat collar bell as she minces past, head tilted into her cell phone conversation. A severe sun seems preoccupied with hanging low. It’s a checkerboard of temperatures – warm in full sun, cool in the shade. The declination of time reveals nothing, but hangs a trailing distance behind – like a well-trained PI. Am I where I should be? I wonder.
lone pastel wave
photo of her bikini smile
sits on his desk
by Jeffrey Winke
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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