Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

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Attending Dunya Mikhail’s reading today on campus.

My AWP plans are changing slightly. I’m still planning on driving but find myself with space in the car; if you’re thinking of heading to Atlanta and would like to ride along, let me know. There’s also space in the hotel room now, with me and a buddy from my MFA program. No naked sleepers, please.

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