From the verses of Shakespeare to the violence of Football, a soft hand on the nape of my neck to a rim's hard rattle after a dunk, the mute of Miles to the rhymes of Rakim, Hershey's chocolate to a garlic peppered, cedar-planked salmon, Joel Dias-Porter's thoughts scatter like grains of black sand across a wind-blown beach.
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Wish I could see your reading!
Also - Tag, you're it. I was just tagged for a Writing Advice Meme. Write three pieces of advice for writers. Tag three others. You're it.)
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