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See AllI confess to often wanting less than what the sparky spirit of life might want to be making through me. I confess to being often ignorant of death, shying from the rich mysteries that might dwell in m
It’s autumn, and has been for who’s-to-say how many weeks. Fall first struck me this year at sixty miles per hour. I was driving the long waves of tree-lined interstate one day and started to notice t
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