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Norfolk, Virgina is a city below a big river. Fresh and salt water churn at the mouth. Juice sprints down the commercial business district. He passes the brick buildings lining the thoroughfare defining where to shop. The blinds have been closed to stop the attraction for the day. The creative class are elsewhere in the Ghent. The single attempt creates a dream in the desolation. Redefining the trash lining over and above the receptacle. Global robotic consumerism uses and discards with or without the Son. There’s too much air conditioning in our lives. There is nothing new. Fly by or you’ll be charred too.

His black slatted body slaps the tail on the concrete with perfect timing. His crimson shoes are in the right position to clear the two and a half foot diameter. Over the three foot black powder coated waste receptacle with black slatted flat steel bars, Juice rides away. The lean contours leave little to vandalize. Joy is deep inside the voyager. The rib cage is not still.  Gleaming exhilaration in the finish. Being available makes us reinforced circular bands. It’s the color of the skateboarding shoes directing our eyes to the real estate sign. Being available on the other side. The unknown is where the riders go. The Answerer of prayers avails much to those who have the courage to ask. The Righteous One has made us able.