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Disturbing the Air

Sometimes life throws you fastballs, sometimes curves, and sometimes a big ol’ change up comes floating across the plate, and you swing at it three times before it plops into the catcher’s glove. The following poem doesn’t have anything to do with baseball, but it has a lot to do with life, and sometimes as we struggle along our way, we feel like we’re just disturbing the air. Read the rest of this entry »

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