The Meadow 19 Lesson Number One Casey Fuller you don’t have to believe in fate or faith or god but believe me when i say i was stuck for three hours driving my mom’s four-door hyundai sonata or whatever it was sitting next to my favorite poet who i just picked up at the airport completely inconveniently placed between the largest city in the pacific northwest and two military bases that just seemed to let all our soldiers out improbably on leave so there we were my hero and me in my mom’s hyundai or whatever it was where he was catching on i knew about his recursive and unfurling clause-laden constructions seemingly unattached to life in any possible way until their ends suddenly sucker punch you in such a way you end up repeating a small set of
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