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Mission Exit

Mission Exit In the far lane out of the marine fog, Near Mission Road Exit- the 5 South- a 1965 Ford Ranchero, vein blue and sea bleached bone white. The grim faced driver, hands at ten and two, her plum head wrap and fingers tight as roots, her face twisted furrows. I will never know her. She will hold all she knows sacred, broken- as real as a sharpened knife- and disappear uncaptured even by these words. .

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Date: 11/30/2019 9:11:00 AM
This is quite the image. Still somehow you made her bones speak to me.
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