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MICHAEL CHITWOOD Amen to the Ax I would venture that she never said a prayer in her life. She made a chocolate pie to die for. She once cleared a hillside of pines after her boy went into the service. She had hats with feathers and shells. Feral things that mated once a She lit long matches. After my wife met her she, my wife, said, “Why didn’t you tell me she She went to church because that’s what people did. She cut the pines with an ax. The tattoo would have been audible at a I said, “I’d never noticed.” She once shot a cat for nearly tripping her. She wore glasses and kept false teeth in a cupboard. Doctors delighted her. She said she had heavy bones. Which may have accounted for her not owning a swimsuit. And the She tried to drive once and knocked the porch askew from the house. The pines reseeded. As children we played among their shadows, happy
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