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I stop to wipe up the smoked maple syrup`and cracked black pepper, next to the cinnamon and an expired jar of ashes, on a top sequestered shelf, hidden behind the stash of pungent magic mushrooms and copper pennies no one wants, and the fancy teacups no one drinks from.
Connie Song
Deborah Barchi
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Excellent, enticing imagery!
Deborah Barchi has recently retired from her career as a librarian and now has time to read, explore nature, and write poetry and essays.
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