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My mom was red.She had pale skin, wore red lipstick.I have a snapshot of her wearing a red hooded coatIn the snow.She smoked Camel cigarettesLit them with a flash of red fire.I remember the red smellWhen she would smoke after supperand she would tell me storiesabout when she was littleand her aunts sent her toContinue reading ““She is Still Red””