A Tribute to Hen
October 24th 2005 She was hen. Her name Hen. Tan, brown skin, sleek and slender, but a weight of bulk with delicate touches of nimbleness. She was my Hen; a ’78 Volkswagen bus.
There were numerous trips; surfing, the concerts, the local drives. And there were the days of reckless youth; a smokehouse in fog. She treated me like the King, and I cared for her like my Queen. Inseparable, an image i
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