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Springtime Early Morning
Jonita Jett A stale air swirls around the chair I sit in. It's midnight as I look through one of Anais Nin's diaries. The clock chimes twelve times. Sirens scream far off in the night and a train rattles along the track. A map on my bedroom wall I stare at and look intently at Kansas. I don't know why; perhaps I lived there in another life or maybe I'll live there in this one.... © Copyright 2006 by Jonita Jett |