A Violet Shawl by Raymond A. Foss
She sat beside me in the car a dark skirt a white, hand stitched blouse with bright Andean characters, dolls Sunlight poured through the windshield making her violet shawl drink it into the wool radiating color, a singular band of the spectrum clear, bright violet the outer band of the arc, the bow living color, wrapped around her shoulders
4/27/06 7:55pm
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