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“If your knuckles are bloodier than your knees, then you’re fighting the wrong battle.”

The mailbox did soldierly by the road, capturing a man and releasing him again and again.

Outside, the whirl became a riot of vegetable odors, boggy, and fluid – the waft of old hay, tamarack, algae, moss, sweet sap and rotted leaves, iron, and copper and worms – a musky yawn that hung in the yard.