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by Jerry Guarino red wine     Jack and Jill pedaled up the hill in the bright sunshine of a Washington State morning.        ...

by Sheila Kinsella jasmine tea I set my rucksack down and notice the strata of the sandstone doorstep, like tiny terraces of dirt ...

by Henry Lewi New Orleans iced coffee       He stood watching in the corner of the square, the dawn was slowly breaking and the...