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Walking, Blues
Rain so dark I/can’t get through—//train going by/in a hurry. The voice/said walk or die, I/walked,—the train//and the voice all/blurry. I walked with/my bones and my heart/of chalk, not even/a splintered notion:/days of thought, nights//of worry,—lonesome/train in a hurry.
– Jane Mead
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From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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