My heart throws itself against its cage in the silence so hard it rocks the car. The first time, in California, I actually thought it tremors from the drought-brown folds of San Andreas but a needle of a different kind jumps tonight. Ten winters before breath obscured everything beyond this windshield my Nana gingerly set […]
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