A straightened line of cold rounded sand still manifests itself in a circular formation of lost privileges and guarded chances, falling, tumbling, surrounded in a broken mist of past ignorance, sealed by hot assurances of  desire  and want, hidden by incremental degrees  of solitude and hope.   by Joseph Buehler   Joseph Buehler lives in…

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