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He Sent Me Down Bones

Published March 3, 2017 in Lizette - 0 Comments

He Sent Me Down Bones

Said Lizette, wistfully.

Referring to the farmer who fancied her and delivered grass fed for her broth.

But she could also have been talking about her grandfather or father.

“The sins of the fathers” and such.

Sometimes, it’s more nuanced, not sins or virtues, just genetic fabric on which to build her empire of longing.

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