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Trumpet 2 by Rosemary Leach, 40 x 20, Available I came out of the coffee shop. The traffic on Laurier was constant. I was starving, and helping my son move, just wishing that this afternoon was over. To my left was a fire truck. To my right a billowing cloud three storeys high. Rushing with my eye fixed on the cloud,I ran off the curb, smack into the side of a moving shiny white van. I bounced onto the pavement, falling onto my right shoulder, my head near the curb. Traffic screeched to a halt. I looked at my body with astonishment: lycra capris, scraped elbows, a fragrant yoga top. Everything hurt, but in a distant way. A couple of people were leaning down as I pulled myself off the pavemen

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