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Nora on the swing at the neighbor's house. We need a tree swing... and a tree...
posted by Earl at 5:03 PM
When I was 5, a galvonized swimming pool was "pushed" over on top of me, pinning me to the ground by my head. All I could see was a "wedge of light". My life has been pretty much going from one wedge of light to another. Some wedges are sliver slim, some are extraordinarily expansive, here, you will hopfully glean some of my gleaming moments.
posted by Earl at 5:03 PM
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