(the Girls Washed...) Poem by Horatiu Stamatin

(the Girls Washed...)

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The girls washed his shirt and poured the water at the Tree’s root. A wing fell from the tree, sighing like a baby in his sleep. Quickly they covered it with that clean cloth and went away.
He came out of his Shelter and swore them badly.

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