More Than Enough BY MARGE PIERCY The first lily of June opens its red mouth. All over the sand road where we walk multiflora rose climbs...

It is after midnight. I'm usually not up this late, but I can hear fireworks in the distance. One of our dogs needs reassurance, so sleep...

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