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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Smoke
My other self cries out in her crow voice, more wind in it than snarl…from somewhere, there, off to my left…he sits there in the clearing, in a grassy bowl at the bottom of the hill…he’s smoking, watching me…a tall hat of smoke rises around his head…where’s your brother, he asks me…he gets up from his rock chair… where’s your shining stone house I say…maybe my brother is there I say…maybe your brother is there he laughs…
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Smoke
My other self cries out in her crow voice, more wind in it than snarl…from somewhere, there, off to my left…he sits there in the clearing, in a grassy bowl at the bottom of the hill…he’s smoking, watching me…a tall hat of smoke rises around his head…where’s your brother, he asks me…he gets up from his rock chair… where’s your shining stone house I say…maybe my brother is there I say…maybe your brother is there he laughs…