these long gypsy cycles hoola-hooped
around my lifetime. not every season
he'd door-to-door selling mudpuppy.
seemed selling treacheries, dangerous
small bones my parents feared, obligatory
charity to buy? (cheapest whatever?)
neighbourliness as blackmail? their
cashflow/Pride put on the spot?
1 comment:
lovely language, lovely pictures, lovely story-telling
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