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I skid across black ice. The Volvo’s brakes grumble with anti-lock distress. Their distress is my safety. My mind spins,fresh and raw,voluptuous and hungry,animal. I float the ship into its cave,slide in to the warm cavity. Ok,I like my garage. I like it,but not as much as Johnny. [...]  He gazes across the newspaper spread before him. Looking out the window,he peers past an editorial he was reading,which outlines the festering mendacity of certain political leaders,while genocide thrives in Africa. Outside,the garden’s disarray,not inappropriate for Autumn,reflects his own spirit. Things need to be done. Raking,planting bulbs,more [...] What is intimacy and how is it different from physical attraction? [...] There once was a man who loved to garden. But he didn’t want to garden just anywhere,not in weedy fields,not in rough plots,not in public,busy places. No,he wanted to choose where he gardened,because he knew he would devote his whole being to the garden once he chose his plot. [...] It’s been a cotton candy bubble gum kind of day. I awoke at the crack of 11AM. I filled my lungs with fresh air. I drank coffee to freshen my groggy body. But my brain stayed foggy all day. J and I drove out to Yellow Springs,Ohio today,about an hour away,[...] |  | |||||
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