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Singular flower bed
The shovel sinks into soft earth and two and a half days’ rain collapses in around it making the noise that always comes to mind when I read the words “sucking chest wound.” I wiggle the shovel back and forth, pull it out and repeat the motion until I’ve created a circle around the alder tree that has had the audacity to plant itself in my flower bed.
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