The problem that drives one mad. I want to write you. A heartbeat, certain as pacific waves and breath, sea air sighing. In, out of lungs, rippling across, into satellite cells, like sea sponges filling. Your body a volcanic range, rigid muscle mass,. Steady churn of magma, blood through deltoid, scalene. Scapula, ulna, tibia - your bones a grove of tree trunks. You taste like bay leaves, the sugarpine. Your eyes melted glacier pools, blue along borders.

Prior to graduate school and my Reading Specialist position, I just did what was asked of me by the higher-ups. I rarely questioned why I had to do what they were asking and especially how it would benefit my students. I figured that they knew best, so why doubt it? Are the changes brought about because new research has disproved the old, or is it because certain outside interests want a piece of a money-making product? Why does such an advanced country produce such vague policies? .

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In the vast and the concrete. Or some one with a spinach like name. In the arms of a younger species. Carrying an ordinary name like de Vries. Brown, black or white. To let it all role.

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