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Unspoken SOPs
Unspoken SOPs Toyota engines are quiet when they hum into the garage But we know the sound, and we know what it means. Our snacks will grow...
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My first memories are of sunlight, heat, and iron, of Daddy holding me steady while I sat astride a black mailbox welded to an antique wagon...
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Autumn, poignant season Trees, once full and lush Letting their vibrant colors slip away in a death rattle Some are already stark silhouette...
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