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The story is simple enough. She moves to New York for Art. She is young. She isn't beautiful, but she has a nice ass. She attends graduate school. She eats cheese in white-walled galleries and jokes often with her friends about how stealing catered food will keep them full. This is a lie. She is hu…

I take a trip. We go to L.A. because that's what you do. You have to leave a place to figure out if it's here you really live - whether or not it's home. It's hot. The sky is a wall of blue. I want to press my fingers into its glossy weight. We're driving back to Oakland, and when I look up and bre…

Sun had burned the snow off; trees dripped water and the ground along the banks was damp and mushy-looking. We paddled around bends where budding willows dragged lank branches in the dark water. The sky was clear, the air thin, sunny and cold.

I swung myself through the rhythm of paddling, my ha…