Pear Tree Planchette

Lightly touched by the fingertips.

"They  stood in the courtyards behind the buildings, pushing stones over the  ribs of their washboards and sighing over the men they’d lost. Elbow to  elbow they put their wash on the lines that stretched like cat’s cradles  over that dark, narrow space."

"They stood in the courtyards behind the buildings, pushing stones over the ribs of their washboards and sighing over the men they’d lost. Elbow to elbow they put their wash on the lines that stretched like cat’s cradles over that dark, narrow space."

  • 23 October 2011
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