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2020-09-28
never alone


I am not close to anyone. I wrote a novel between the 7-Eleven and the aircraft hangar. My dead father whispers through the early morning slant of sunlight and the rustle of American flags. This old, blue sky and American flags rustling over Pacific Ocean. The lesson it took me the longest to learn is that I am always isolated but never alone.


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