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Born without a golden belly-button
for Zachery at Butterfly Herbs Zach fled Helena to be born again in black and silver piercings, no gold adorns his head. He speaks in bell-like tones of Missoula's underbelly, unafraid to walk those alleys born from silver, lumber, railroad spikes, not gold-bricked streets like Helena, its gold-specked dawns and gold-streaked noons, its golden bells that only ring for fellows born to gold. Born without a golden belly button, Zach now calls Missoula home. © Kåre Enga 2007 [164.398] 2007-11-27
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