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Kindergarten, grade school, junior high, high school. Beneath desks, between tables, curled up on the bus. Center front in school portraits, center forward in soccer, fastest sprinter in the game but too often mowed down.
This week, though I'm much more substantial, I find that I speak too quietly, and too infrequently. Just this week, I lost four pounds.
Labels: dainty, substantial
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In each eye there is an apple/ Buried there before the eye/ And out of sockets come the branches/ And from the branches dangle I ❦ Will Oldham, “God’s Small Song”
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