Spring Holiday |
by Ms. Su Zi |
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In spring, my parents took the stove to pieces, boiled each; bleached the refrigerator, the floor; everything made from flour went out the door, dusted the awakening grass, thrilled the returning robins, other birds. They worked into the midnight. Then, my father was gone the kitchen cold, as quiet as a cup and even the salt was lonely. |
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