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Strolling with My Lola
| by UOG Press
This morning from my window,
sunrise is a gloomy gray and
the road is still wet from last night’s uchan.
An excerpt from The River
| by UOG Press
He took the cigarrillo from her mouth and flicked it into the water. Holding her face in his hands, he began to kiss her as the river flowed past them. Whenever Tomás kissed her all the sounds seemed to grow louder. The river rushed as if it were flowing through her ears and the wind seemed to pick up and shake the leaves above them until it sounded like showers of rain were falling and birds were screeching. The sounds whirled around them until they were interrupted by a loud crunch.
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