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Hoppin'

July 2012

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Hoppin'

Callous men with clubs of ice smile innocently and swing from the hip; my head feels like a bowling ball, each blow increasing the weight & diameter of the burden on my shoulders. Only by ducking into the aisles of the grocery store and puncturing my scalp on sharpened pastas do I find relief. But help is on the way, a group of friends who've faced this foe race toward me from the East, guided and goaded by an expansive presence unclear in my mind but felt in my heart.

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