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When I Was Beautiful

My being drunk by 10:30 a.m. was forgiven.                                                                   Wakeboarding                                           on Lake Sante Fe. Or surfing tipsy in St. Augustine             teaching my older brothers                                                             to ride waves before they deploy.                                                                                           Mob-yap                                     laughter like a box of scold puppies.             First leave                         they … Continue reading

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