Judith Neeld

Centertown

This is where the world begins and ends: the elms that die slowly, the young men in clay-cuffed Levis talking of the summer, the rainless mornings, the dry fields.

 

 

 
This is where the world begins and ends: the elms that die slowly, the young men in clay-cuffed Levis talking of the summer, the rainless mornings, the dry fields.
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