March 2012
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Mar 29th
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Mar 27th
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Mar 24th
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Mar 23rd
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Mar 20th
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Mar 17th
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Mar 16th
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Mar 11th
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Elsewhere
I walk the four blocks to the bus stop. My cheeks burn. It is hot and I am ashamed. I have just admitted that I can’t be who I want to be. When I reach the overpass, I see a man sitting on the fence that borders the bridge. At first I think he has found a place to rest as he waits for the bus, but then I watch him slip and he is gone. I blink. Was he ever really there? As I start to walk...
Mar 7th
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Mar 5th
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February 2012
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Feb 29th
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Feb 29th
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