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The Day Pegasus’ Wings Turned Purple

By Lauryn K. Powell

When Pegasus flies into Obama’s arthritic knuckles, the sound of his wings falling to the ground — be it the past president’s or the noble steed’s — is so uproarious, so deafening, it reminds me of the murmuring man who passed out on the sidewalk made of corn.

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Painting by Grace Marion