I took a breath and the time to loosen that chokehold my heart has on my eyes so I could see without a tint of red. I looked out my backyard door to whatever platitudes are always planted there. Flimsy sheds in all the backyards, divided by slightly crooked crosswire. But through the hazy winter sky, in the distance, there was the silhouette of a tall bulky building, which I never noticed I could see from where I stood. What building is this? I don't know my hometown enough to know. It's a building that must be far to walk to, with my jelly legs and twisted back anyway. Yet I can see it from my home.
dec 31 2010
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