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2014-05-21
houses lit up at dusk


I tuck and roll below the radar of memory. Sunlight has a distinctive slant in the Colorado suburbs of 1983. I join a secret software society. We whisper about computers built with parts trucked home from Radio Shack. Fingers march miles of toxic-green text across a black screen. I am, way back here, still young enough to believe I have a future.


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