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after the floods in gainesville I walked the Square Laced in the open-air with blooming crepe myrtles -Opulent heads, hanging low Vandykes of pinks saturated with weeks of rain. Enchanted, I had to know…I cupped one in my Hands and water flooded and ran through my fingers…so I raised another to my lips, and drank in the sips of cool rain, Sweetened with the stain of fuchsia flowers. He smiled as I turned, and cupped my cheeks As they burned in his palms; pulled me close…closer. Niched there, under the eaves of the dripping wet leaves, Deliciously feasting on another hot pink deep drink of Summer magic. -56- ...

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