Plaster
“I KNEW a real man once,” says Agatha in the splendor of a shagbark hickory tree.
Did a man touch his lips to Agatha? Did a man hold her in his arms? Did a man only look at her and pass by?
Agatha, far past forty in a splendor of remembrance, says, “I knew a real man once.
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Carl Sandburg
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