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This is funneling toward some pin prick moment when we can see the cast but don’t feel the damage. We fall out of ugly trees, and music pours around us like gasoline from an open tank. This is what happens when the space in between means more than the words - when I say summer, and you picture a palm pressed against hot pavement, opening and closing and gasping for air. 

 

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