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Greyhound stations are stuck in 1987, no matter what the dangling flatscreens spitting CNN and ESPN tell you
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I had the hair of a metal god, cracking it against the air whenever the stereo belched fists.
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Elizabeth stood outside my door one afternoon. I greeted her from across the studio, put on some water to boil and walked to the door. I took her hand, held it to my cheek, and led her to my dining room table.
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Drilling platforms in the distance seem to join the sea and sky like black stitches on the horizon. “So pretty at night when their lights twinkle, though,” I exhale as we tromp down sand-dusted wooden steps angling out of the dunes ...
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