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The joy of fading memory
`
gnarly fingers
veil his face,
skin thin and crusty
at spots:
splotched parchment
of years in the sun
water
cascades
from his forehead to
his chin
then meets gravity;
raindrops
through his soil-grimed
singlet, jeans and boots;
hours of toil
simmer away
in rivulets
of forgetfulness.
`
Photo by Eric Kaufman, NC
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Friday 18th February 2011 1:30 pm
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