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  • I walk along the Detroit sidewalk on my way from home to my studio. Yes, there are weeds growing up between the slabs of concrete. Yes, there is broken glass and broken concrete.

    But I am striding along, watching my footing. I have not tripped, my foot has not rolled out from under me on one of the sticks on the pavement. But suddenly, I collapse and nearly fall.

    It's not my brain tumor. It's my hip. It just gives out with no warning.
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