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Traffic Pattern

            —Amalfi coast, Italy The Strada Statale 163, road of switch backs and hair pin turns needed to nego tiate the jagged silhou ette of cliffs and fj ords, the Via Smeraldo, built by the Romans, who perhaps imagined a future … Continue reading

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The Blue Truck

Waking up from anesthesia at age seven after having my tonsils removed, a procedure hardly anyone has anymore, my throat swollen and sore, monitors wheezing and beeping, my parents appeared, smiling, and presented me with the most beautiful blue dump … Continue reading

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