preface
all these faces so new confess a terror desperate to attribute itself to impotence of mind and mystery of writing hand.
yawning beneath a tightly gripped coffee cup i prayed the shaking would be imperceptible and that the rocking would not start without my explicit permission as it had before.
keeping hands busy in a roomful of people without making yourself look like a fidgety two-year old is a challenge fraught with wins and losses, but the wins are the sugar that makes the coffee less bitter and the faces easier to read.
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