Robin Hawke


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September 24, 2011, 1:33 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

It hung in a place of honor. Marnie dusted it devotedly. The ink faded–the sun was too strong against that wall–but her sight that of a mole, she didn’t notice.

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