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He left the city and spent his days walking the dusty roads and worn trails on the outskirts of town. He came across an old gray goat; he called the goat Alice, for no better reason than he liked the sound of the word. He and Alice spent their days walking in no particular direction; just walking, because they were alive. |
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As he walked the last mile toward the Mansion, the road exploded into heavy flames, and he died with his last line of poetry cut across his mind: Where is Home? |
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LOUIS E. BOURGEOIS lives and writes in Oxford, Mississippi. His latest book, OLGA, was published by WordTech. Currently, he is completing a memoir collection entitled The Gar Diaries. Bourgeois is also editor of VOX. |
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