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Mint Imperials

Mint Imperials

written by: Kate Aranda Nye


It is the little things that take me back to you. An insignificance, that floats like a dandelion seed on the breeze, settling in a fertile corner of my mind.

A subtle scent catches me unawares, leading beyond the rustle of eager hands in minty paper bags, past the glass coke bottles bought specially and hidden away in the coal shed with its sharp acidic smell; until I hear the gentle hum and soft step of a man as he walks towards the horizon, hands clasped behind his back, unassuming, uncomplaining, leaving but never gone.

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