June 2011
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Summer in MacGroveland
There’s all sorts of construction around the neighborhood in the yard, around the house. Big slabs of concrete, all uprooted and stacked on the sidewalk buckling the streets with piles of gravel and these huge, deep holes that never drain out their water And the contraptions! All kinds of them! Designed to pour concrete and dig tunnels or shave away the asphalt are just left on corners...
Jun 29th
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How we remember things
I don’t remember the feeling being there, leaned into the cabin my palms hung on the door frame and my skin warm stuck to the wet aluminum With all those corn fields carrying on out into the evening carrying you out into the evening leaving me alone in the lightless parking lot I don’t remember the feeling of being there I am far from it.
Jun 28th
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