This is from Tinkers by Paul Harding, an incredible book that is full of poetry I am compelled to take photos of from my phone. This particular passage ended fucking magnificently. I finished this book at the top of a set of stairs and am planning on rereading it, which is not something I've ever done. I usually don't have the patience for a reread. Maybe I will only reread my favorite passages. I have quit my job at SilverRide. I am about to bike to the Post Office, I will beat the afternoon crowd and shuffle in on the heals of the morning mob. I am looking on Craigslist today. It's so windy outside but not rainy! Hell yes.
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