...and frights. Another pause in my story, brought to me by my first love (Michael Chase, Berkeley, CA, 1969):
FLIGHT
Hidden in suds,
while we were aloft,
the bashful sea played,
soapy and soft.
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A diary inspired by excerpts from a diary written by my grandmother, Edith Gertrude Kreigh (1886-1977), an American mother with children on both fronts during World War II. Excerpts (in bold print)were written mostly in the spring of 1942, and published here on the same days of the year as original entries, 65 years later. All other texts are by Sue Anne Moody (1947-).
Copyright © Sue Anne Moody
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