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the game – January 22

1.22.2015 half-way through I realized that it wasn’t about me   that the outcome had nothing to do   with whether I cheered or didn’t, anguished or didn’t.   grown men played a game that I cared about   but … Continue reading

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blowsy pooh days – October 12

10.12 Blowsy, blustery pooh-like days, high limbs whipping in the bursts, leaves fluttering across fields where young men turn the days of autumn in one last battlefield for school honors.   Pleasure. crispness. oxygen enhanced, chlorophyll depleted colors open up … Continue reading

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