there were sad times —
a no-clown-knock face;
bisbee, my disgrace —
bored, we sucked lattès and watched bikers
rip their petrol screams through mines
that once gave us pennies, not dimes.
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The chronicler who narrates events without distinguishing between major and minor ones acts in accord with the following truth: nothing that has ever happened should be regarded as lost to history. — Walter Benjamin
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