While going through submissions this season I found myself getting involved with endless distractions. My readings found me lulled to sleep by a hot wooden patio chair, my nose upturned, leaning out for a warm breeze. Or perhaps they found me preoccupied with chasing the finish line of a Sunday crossword, three Sundays past. Or fruitlessly pacing a kind…
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