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The Shadow Summer's Old garden is turned under, a few green tomatoes left, a rotten squash the size of a melon, the boy's shadow stooped over the skeletons of beans. Winter can claim it now that maples have colored, and a skein of ice circles creek rocks. The boy won't mind, beans stand in jars, but the soil remembers, sleeps with his shadow. —Bill Brown 91 ...

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