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Tuesday |
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Forgive the vainglory of showing myself here in this brand new birthday helmet (a month early), gift from Sarah who wearied of watching me bombing hills bareheaded. My face here is a reflection of a reflection—I feel a little shattered after two weeks in Minneapolis where I watched my mother die and planted her ashes at the base of a tree in my sister's backyard. So this here page is just a way for me to check my head and say hello again. |