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…ondenses in my lungs, where uncooked words wait to fire. That firing is a slow musketload today. I think some of my gray matter turned to gray jam last night, roasted on hot confusing dreams like weird embers in my sweaty bed. But jam spreads well on the…
K.E. Kimball
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.Author of “Orange Socks & Other Colorful Tales.” How I survived Vietnam & kept my sense of humor.
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