By Tim L. Murphy The Smell of Burning Bling after Ocean, Thirty-Six, by Sue Goyette We went to the old blind man who lived in a juke box at the end of a long corn row. His cats met us at the door and took our concrete overcoats, hanging them on needles cast from … Continue reading The Smell of Burning Bling
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