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[union]

I've started shoveling for shoveling's sake. There is an impossible divot inside of me, a cavity that can't be filled. I am, in Milton's words, a Blind Mouth; a Buddhist might call me a hungry ghost. Whatever it's called, though, my grout is chipping away, the sand bags have spilled, and no matter how much much I pile in there, none of it will stop

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[pippinthefourth]

james, call me when you get home.