Unformatted text preview: becomes intoxicated with sweet perfumes that the wind seems to be wafting to her and only her. With a single scoop of her spade she breaks into the earth and all at once, the air which before smelled sweet, now seems to have mixed with a smell of soil and worms. She begins the day, one scoop after another, after another…...
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- Spring '07
- spade, Victor Sjöström, sneaky prowler