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Soaring, Sliding, Skimming on a Wave
Whoosh! My ankles and core prepare as I adjust the buggy board in my hands for take-off. The anticipation is rising. I push lightly off from the sand and begin to flutter kick, hard. The water turns to foam under the top of the board, just as I was hoping. My hands fasten more securely…
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A package for Louis Braille on his 209th Birthday
“Does ‘myf’ stand for ‘myself’”? I remember pondering as I turned the cardboard pages of the second book I’d read independently. Well, almost read. If I could be sure about this mysterious short-form, then I had nailed it. My Mummy was a great encyclopaedia about these things, even if she’d always have to go away…
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For starters: a Decision
I’ve been avoiding calling these two moments–the one at halls and the other in Ana’s kitchen-dining room–beginnings outright, because they marked a beginning in a very round-about way.
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A Frame on Life 