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“That one right there’s a dollar. You want it?” Pause. Swing of the head. Consideration. Smirk…..? “I’m serious. You want it?” When I look, Mark’s finger is not pointing at a bouncy ball or a single twinkie. He’s not pointing at a rogue silly band, nor a cheaply made garment in an overstuffed street cart.... read more

I’m thinking about melting faces. Opening eyes. Earthquakes and rainstorms. The kind that rattle bones and move boulders. I’m thinking about smiles so radiant you can feel them in your chest. Fragrances so sweet they have nothing to do with a nose. I’m thinking about whirlpools and tornadoes and rolling down hills and washing machines.... read more