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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4226 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Oaks beautyseer Poolside at the Mystic Oaks resort in Cleveland National Forest – hottest day of the year – we are indolent under the trees, languid in the lush life of our bare, oiled bodies. The old oaks – clustered in this canyon where the stream has not flowed for two years – look worn, insect-gnawed. In a hot breeze, whisper. Pronounce above our heads the parched, multi-syllabled stirring that sounds like that soft, vowel-filled oakleaf word. The one that means both water and desire. |
