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BLACK AND PURPLE PETUNIAS #3
Georgia O'Keeffe
She sat at my table, hands restless, fiddling with the chipped tea cup. She flicked at her hair, twisted it up with a clip, then let it loose, falling over her collar, the white blouse hiding the marks where he gripped her, tight. She knew they would bloom, black and purple, a handful of night. ~Barbara Crooker
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