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if he runs out of paper skin becomes canvas patterned with paint and ink doodling walking art, he calls it

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Midway II

  the boy who will not climb ladders or go down slides taller than his mother opens his eyes, finally at the top of the Ferris wheel says hello, clouds & points to the crowd snaking lines for other rides … Continue reading

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