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My Uncle the Drunken Balloon Man My uncle is a drunken balloon man. Helps people into balloon baskets and into the sky and finds them again when they have fallen crumpled into a field. This isn’t a parable; he does not feel connected to history; he drives a red pickup truck, almost new; and I suspect he sometimes pulls over just to watch the balloon-free sky – our new world and its old wind and rain that rinses us when the weather is all wrong for a balloon ride
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Volume 4, Issue 08
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