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  • goes to the river, a river in Montana, under some auspices, of sorts, a pilgrimage might be or a mistake, but then nevertheless, I am in Missoula with my friend Nyss, and the children being my children are at home with their Dad getting school shoes, seeing movies at the mall, though the say they'd like to be here, I'm not sure, it's pretty relaxed. I'm reading 'Wild' by Cheryl Strayed kind of happy that I'm no longer 27 years old --- no poem, just like leaving the East Coast as if by accident and then here I am at the river with some space around me.
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