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i bet he’s gone to heaven (rest his soul)

“Are you from California?” the woman asks me suspiciously. It’s around 6 a.m. and I’m running on a stretch of asphalt that goes from Alpine to heaven. She hasn’t decided yet whether she will allow her dogs to eat me. … Continue reading

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brothers, part 20

We’re listening to Lisa Bastoni on a chilly October morning. The dogs, in the next room, may or may not be creating mischief. We’re on the honor system here, and there is no honor among doggos. I’m flopped on the … Continue reading

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folgers

“If you’re ever lost, take a right.” — the prophet steven rowley “Coffee’s ready,” he says. “It’s Folgers.” It’s a little after 7 a.m. and I’m sitting in the waiting room of a Honda dealership in a little West Texas … Continue reading

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ten second news

When you find what matters is what you feel It arrives and it disappears. — the prophet farrar

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roger

It’s a day to go to Roger Allen’s pottery studio for the first time since he moved on. To walk among his tools in the silence of the still room in back. To gaze at the StarKeepers up front and … Continue reading

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