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A dead swallow

by AA Maree I saw a swallow on the walk up on the bench, dead on the floor I’d guess a cat or dog had got it something pretty and hopeful now in the sand at least walkers can see

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Why is it always the women?

by AA Maree When temperature drops and fuel is needed for fire why is it always the women seen struggling up hills with logs on their heads when unemployed men sit at stop streets waiting for offers to fix roofs

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