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2013-07-06
san juan bautista


I walk through a century of clouds. I carry this burden of grey headaches into an early-morning grove between the mission and the winery. I pick up a shovel and dig for moisture and darkness, the memory of family and still-born dreams. My mind built a life my body would never live.


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