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(orig­i­nal­ly pub­lished in Cam­roc Press Review) The scent of a woman lingers in her kitchen like her sig­na­ture sauce sim­mer­ing until it steams win­dows damp on an autumn day. Lingers in her children’s bed­rooms like her read­ing voice or mem­o­ries of ten­der kiss­es … Con­tin­ue read­ing →