[edward's jpg]

July 1996

Journeying with Chet & Chuck for a weekend of naked weed-pulling, asparagus fresh out of the ground and a hayfield full of fireflies, the corn we bought triggered the cashier's allergies, her arm turned red and itchy, we offered apologies.  It rained one day and the cold creek made us scream but we lay down in it anyway.  The headstones in the colonial-era cemetery bore rhymed epitaphs and one had been engulfed by the growth of a memorial tree.

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