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Intersection

Intersection by Amy Martin (c) Overhead, the stars are falling, alabaster streaks ephemerally etched on the night sky. So very long ago, Comet Swift-Tuttle passed our way, its long tail leaving remainders of itself, like […]

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Frog Song

by Amy Martin (c) www.moonlady.com The frogs are singing. A solo love serenade has turned into a duet, the croaking drawing closer, then building in intensity to a watery drunken bliss. In the morning, lines […]

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