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Monday, July 28, 2014

A Manner of Moments

Spent the day grading. So as a result the day passed in a manner of moments. In random chunks of hours. Without strategy or plans.
132/ In the shower he stands washing out the guilt of the day, watching the dirt and stains slip across his awkward form, his nakedness as an offering up to whatever god he worshiped, the sins falling away as an oil slick of retribution.

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