Nonfiction
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Mon Jul 5 2010
i.
It rides high in its saddle.
It shifts and plummets—swoops—drifts.
It is still: stiller than a
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Mon Jul 5 2010
I met Marcus one night when I was out with my supervisor at the biker bar on the east side of town
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