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#149
The woman didn’t ask for anything. She had a shopping cart and was sitting in the light in front of the Vietnamese restaurant that was closed on a quiet…
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#148
For instance, last night at the bar, the one where they have tv’s but they volume is off, and most of the sitting area is outside. That one, where the…
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#147
The shoes hurt my feet. There was a hole in one, just at the point where my big toe hit. The other had barely any sole left on the bottom. They were…
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#146
We were out at the market in the old town and it was busy and the day was steel grey, clouds, but warm, too warm for the month, but the first…
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#145
We walked out of the gate and the air changed from charcoal and bar-b-qued meat to diesel engine exhaust. The plaza was where you loitered. Waited. The…
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#144
Winter days. Sunny but cold. The afternoon warms up. I sit outside and take my socks off while I read and let them warm in the sun. The dog walks the…
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#143
The ancestors are here at dinner in the quiet house. I welcome them in with a drink and a wink. They surface in times I need them, or, when I stop to…
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#142
I try to medicate my mind with citrus. With zingy juice that shocks the brain into submission. A bright spot in the winter months, even if here the sun…
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#141
Bethany, the toll booth attendant, had been practicing her “Have a nice day” line since she got the job. Looking in the mirror in her bathroom, she say…
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