DO NOT BLESS THE
WEAVER'S SHED
What more explicit directions could be needed?
I asked discreetly. The man with the machete
was entering the fold. Nearby, the traveling
cleric made ready his preparations. Palm
Sunday, Baptism Day, and all the rest of
those prep days to Easter in a stolen clime.
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A winding trail roved around the rocks,
and the fleet-footed mountain goats
traversed the way. Passing by was the
witch doctor's daughter. 'Get away
from here,' was all she would say.
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