Saturday, August 4, 2007
A Little Amusement
I am to be hung as a witch on a Monday morning. It’s shingle-dark outside and the field is glowing with mist. I can’t decide which blue tie to wear. There is a great crowd around the gallows by the highway. Somewhere, a humming bird dips water from Mary’s hands as a cook chops heads of lettuce.
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Erich Haught. The last couple days I've been cleaning out some things and consequently strolling down memory lane. Reading through a few of the e-mails left me wondering how you were! You probably won't check the comments on this site for some time now, but this is a little hello from a faraway friend.
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