Sport 10: Autumn 1993
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College is over for the day, and my thin, ragged and stoned boyfriend sits
also in our midst, adding a sense of excitement, of beyond. We are at the end
of the year, and the end of our network. On the backs of our necks, whispers
into the curve of our ears the chill soft laughter of the childhood Gods,
whose voices we have lost and found repeatedly over the college years. And
in our heads, banging and clanking like metal chairs being arranged in a
large hall, the facts and lessons we have learned.