I'm frequently behind, I'm desperately trying to make up for lost time. Last year I tried to pump some blood into the system with some help from poet journalist Libby Leonard and my old stomping grounds SLUG Magazine. The sounds of Slowdive hung around the coffee shop las I sipped my sweetened chai. The world was still spinning.
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