Shopping at Target for school supplies takes us into the arms of August, summer’s last great hump. I smell the Ticonderoga pencil shavings already...
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Deep Knee Bends, Part 1 I keep wondering if I am writing for me– you know, just to playback or appease the voices in my head– or if I really just want to carve my X on the page. And I don’t want the world to see me ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d...
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