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chum

i can’t walk fast enough back to my car so that my pulse can return to baseline and avoiding the sharks that follow at a short distance has made my white knuckles ache. even now wrapped around my steering wheel they painfully bloom back into pink calmness as I watch parking pirates attack each other for berths close to Costco.

By chrisjcluff

I am a 'flow' seeker. In my day to day work I help students, colleagues, and community members make the most of the moments afforded us through public education. If I am not asking questions, I am not learning.

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