In a college dorm, in a prison, in a marriage
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The horizon glows, a glance upward and the sky is there, but really, the eyes fall back to that place in the mind, a line of images just over the trees, that undiscovered tract of personal phenomena, where the sky pulls suddenly and burns onto the side of a mountain, or folds quietly into the sea; there is my future, a crease in the world that appears to be blue.
Joe Blankenship