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| Excerpt from INNER CITY BLUES |
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I was overwhelmed by the unwanted memory of jacaranda
blossoms. A wave of nausea consumed me as I was drawn back
almost fourteen years to the sight of bluish purple trumpets
drifting down from the tree in front of my house, into the
growing puddle of blood in which my husband Keith and six
month-old baby Erica had lain.
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