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Choice

by Carol Casey The path is trodden, dusty, level.You know it will take youwhere many have gone. Step off—tangles of brambles,sometimes with blackberries,more often with little clawsthat catch on clothes and skin;and tortuous tree roots—inconvenient, sacred data unearthed—subterranean snakelets somehowsifted into snarls for feet to catch.There are stems that twine…

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Coal at Midnight

By Harlan Yarbrough The family arrived late in the afternoon, after all the students—even the Trowbridge two—had left.  Randall rarely saw aborigines and many parents and other locals had warned him “the blacks” were dangerous.  These three didn’t look dangerous.  All three looked thin, and the tallest, the father, Randall…

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