I met a man named Adeoye.
I'd met him before. He works in a store I frequent when I arrive at yoga too early and need a place to go.
I didn't know h...
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Between sublime and messy, there is bristling; standing up to every encounter, relentless, bleeding, battered and without a whimper. No leaping into the air in absurd spasms of fake pain. They are quite simply, epic.
A psychic sheep sounds like a bunch of bull, right?
Well, so far, a sheep seer in New Zealand named Sonny Wool is keeping skeptics from saying "bah...
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