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SHANNON HARDWICK MID-LAND When I took you to visit my childhood horse was almost ready to die. I thought I wanted to be a good partner, plant myself in a window box in a kitchen, become a stable place to land. Instead, I took you to the house I was broken-into & we stood too close to each other at the threshold. You said, See? I bet it’s smaller than you remembered. It was never going to work; but, oh, how I jumped over every excuse, each a fence in the middle of my rage. |