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truer than north, yet un 

so we’ve gone whatcha might call a fur piece before we realize we’re  following the wrong star. this one’s fallen, see, and we didn’t notice  the shards or the backwards breezeor the way the trees were trying all  this time to warn … Continue reading

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In the Long Run

.. I was a girl of dashes. Half Morse, no marathon. No 440. 50 yards at best, 100 in a stretch. Heat. Lashes laced with sweat, spent. Everything left on that track in just a few seconds. Flat. Light. Sound … Continue reading

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