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April 18, 2018
The sun-remembered beggars
don't beg no more. Noon, the fluting blind man
walks into his bible with frail fingers. Relief
comes with the blue khaki river
of Friday high schoolers to feed and feed
on the restaurant heart
of town. In the market, the vendors m...
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!
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