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Madeline MacGregor's Writings

Poem
Sep.05.2010
The apples were green. Gravensteins, sold by the box.Thickly pared and shaped spiraled peelcut loose from white pith. The beans were green. Narrow, straight—five inches.Pounds counted, dill cut and garlic stripped-papery wrappings, vinegar and salt. The peaches were pink. Freestones, plumply shaped.Slipped skin, pink flesh, astonishingly moistjuices running...