Hoa's Lives!
March 21st 2011 She arrives at the beach every morning at 5:30 sharp. She’s bowlegged. Probably has been since childhood. The long bones permanently knitted into empty parentheses. Her limp is substantial. She uses a cane to paddle herself across the soft sand. It’s one of those telescoping brushed aluminum things with a black foam grip. The bright modern design contrasts sharply with the rest of her a
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