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He Walks His Dog Across a Soccer Field

The dog stops often to sniff the scuffed turf, it smells last Sundays game tracing the play, the points where the intoxicated ball slid crazily, through layers of musky exertion. The man of course smells none of this, he only smells a ghostly perfume now buried in another place. Yet even here deep in this rucked and rutted earth like a dog on a remembered scent he follows her.

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Date: 8/3/2020 5:14:00 PM
oh I like this. xomo
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Eric Ashford
Date: 8/3/2020 5:17:00 PM
:-) thought you might. Cheers PT e
Date: 8/3/2020 12:42:00 PM
well done, eric! i enjoyed...
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Eric Ashford
Date: 8/3/2020 1:08:00 PM
Thank you Ilene, good of you to comment. e

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