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Kathy Bradley - Imagine that!

Kathy Bradley - Imagine that!

Kathy Bradley - Imagine that!

Kathy Bradley


    I am lying on my back. The darkness outside the window has a green tinge to it, as though the night has mildewed. If there is a moon or any stars, they are blocked by the limp branches of the mimosa trees and the shed in the backyard — neither of which I can see, both of which I know are there. Also, there is the clothesline where my mother hangs the wet sheets and towels that flap and flap and flap and come back inside dry.


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