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Secrets

assuming another identity I walked from my office desk to Atlanta’s tree-lined streets in every kind of weather escaping is why I relished my private detective work   An old photo from my years of detective work. My position was … Continue reading

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Secrets

Secrets under blinking neon stars she saw by chance a nest of ripe secrets cleverly swept into a basket by a fleshy hand Whose? Written for The Sunday Whirl.  Brenda’s chosen words for us this week are above my poem, Secrets. … Continue reading

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