Summer, like a best friend ready to pal around, came around again before my freshman year in high school. I was ready that summer to go and do a lot of things, except for one.
August 5, 1971, 316 So, no man is an…but you’re living in no man’s land. You owned your loneliness for four years and you named it Army…your universe is now expanding and your social capital is diminishing. Your universe has become dense, clammy and regulated. As above. ‘Nam looks the same in every direction, down…
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