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Peddler

Each town wears the faces he knows so well. They come to him, puffy and pink with eagerness, their hands like platters of gold. They come, too, sharp and shadowed with greed, and the wares they seek are stark as … Continue reading

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Mein Kampf!

Nearly all the teeth are gone, some coveted for their gold, others yellowed with age & still attached to jaw bones, residing in mouths that no longer speak or pray or scream. Those were the lucky ones. They became too … Continue reading

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