Tag: baseball
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I hear the wind in the oaks and locusts
I hear the wind in the oaks and locusts behind me but feel nothing. Then it hits me wicking my hair away from my ears. It carries the smack of collisions– of bat and ball, of ball and glove– and shouts, deep shouts of “strike,” “out,” even the old “atta boy! ” Trucks, cars, and…
