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Handle Bar Tape and Pinwheels - A Haibun
Searching for old friends behind the empty docks of a suburban shopping mall, I'm rushed with nostalgia—the ghosts of comrades, the tinsel and glitter of five-and-dimes, Black Cows, Turkish Taffy, and the adolescent sparkle of 50¢ wine—Ripple and Cold Duck. The joyful tears we cried, the shadows of our childhood cast like lures, fly fishing in the streams of conscious...
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