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Sunday 11 January 2015

Chunking To Imitate

Frying his body all day/, Jacob Johnson/got a horrible sunburn by afternoon/because the cheap suntan lotion from his brother/became a thin liquid/and dripped into the sand.

All kinds of vegetables,/from celery to fresh tomatoes,/were laughing or dancing or playing/in the salad bowl/, and the salad dressing /that was as quiet and unnoticed as the bowl itself, /suddenly giggled with glee.

Dad was on the riding mower in the afternoon/, cutting the grass/,bagging clippings/, mulching them to cover his plantings for protection.

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