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Nude Pictures I slapped him a third time. The song caught in his throat for a second, & the morning came back together like after a stone has been dropped through a man's reflection hiding in a river. I slapped him again, but he wouldn't stop laughing. As we searched for the squad, he drew us to him like a marsh loon tied to its half-gone song echoing over rice fields & through wet elephant grass smelling of gunpowder & fear. I slapped him once more. Booby-trapped pages floated through dust. His laughter broke off into a silence early insects touched with a tinge of lost music. He grabbed my hand & wouldn't let go. Lifted by a breeze, a face danced in the treetops. *5 ...

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