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Land of red flags

August 24, 2009

There was a moment of slipping, a comfortable sliding into the familiar dysfunction of the land of red flags and disaster.

The signs all pointed the wrong way. I recognized each one of them. But with a walled-off heart? Perhaps I could, just once, navigate this route.

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