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  1. ryder ziebarth
    May 10, 2014

    Unique words and phrases used to describe all sorts of things;gray wool weather,lingering in the penumbral past, whirls in the thermals, spinning across, micro bursting with anger; Fantastically written. Thank you!

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  2. Tim Hillegonds
    May 21, 2014

    Loved this, Steven. “I’ll blow out the twig candles and eat the whole fragile thing in front of her.” Brilliant line.

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  3. Darrelyn Saloom
    May 30, 2014

    Love “the sky hanging just over our heads as if we are children beneath a parachute.”

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  4. Jake
    June 11, 2014

    I love this. The dense, unbroken prose make the images begin to blur together as if they are becoming part of the grey fog as well. A cerebral journey that is very satisfying. Wonderful work, Steven.

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  5. AJ
    June 27, 2014

    Thank you 🙂

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  6. Pangolin
    September 4, 2014

    I love this essay’s marriage of rush and suspension–Bravo!

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