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The Monahans

From the November 2005 Print Edition

They chose the countryside to make their tangled beds, the lissome girl beneath, the tousled boy astride. We’d see them after dark, her hair of palest oak espalliered in the grass, in meadow, field and park. Until gray-fingered days brought righteous wind and rain, no patch of ground was . . . . Continue Reading »