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Travelogue Barbara Smith Appalachian Heritage, Volume 8, Number 4, Fall 1980, p. 44 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1980.0027 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/441595/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 23:16 GMT from JHU Libraries automatically looking behind him to be wanted to look at Sarah. To listen to sure that no one was coming. He opened her. He wanted to listen to her. He the door and crawled in. He was cold wanted to listen to her, to look at her and damp with sweat. Heavy and old. eyes, her dark brown eyes, her smooth It would be so good just to put his head face, her soft neck. He wanted to touch down on the steering wheel and sleep, her clean, soft neck. Sleep. He was so tired. He had to go home. There was something waiting for He turned off the emergency signal him at home. He had to see Sarah. He and started the car. The woman in purple Had shown her sixty-third slide And the audience was one vast doze Between the regrets of yesterday And the fret of tomorrow When I was awakened By a picture of http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

Travelogue

Smith, Barbara.
Appalachian Review , Volume 8 (4) – Jan 8, 2014
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Barbara Smith Appalachian Heritage, Volume 8, Number 4, Fall 1980, p. 44 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1980.0027 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/441595/summary Access provided at 19 Feb 2020 23:16 GMT from JHU Libraries automatically looking behind him to be wanted to look at Sarah. To listen to sure that no one was coming. He opened her. He wanted to listen to her. He the door and crawled in. He was cold wanted to listen to her, to look at her and damp with sweat. Heavy and old. eyes, her dark brown eyes, her smooth It would be so good just to put his head face, her soft neck. He wanted to touch down on the steering wheel and sleep, her clean, soft neck. Sleep. He was so tired. He had to go home. There was something waiting for He turned off the emergency signal him at home. He had to see Sarah. He and started the car. The woman in purple Had shown her sixty-third slide And the audience was one vast doze Between the regrets of yesterday And the fret of tomorrow When I was awakened By a picture of

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