“Those are Just Words, Man” Grout is one of those words, isn’t it? Like kumquat or laissez faire, one that rolls not only off your tongue but out of your mind, where you’re on a surfboard inspired by Bob Marley in an ocean full of motion with not a shark in sight and Mother Mary’s been praying for you since the day you were born. Go ride that wave, the one swelling and rising like the inflections of certain syllables, like always, like simile, like a child’s smile, like You really mean it this time, don’t you, and Lover, oh Lover, so do I.
- Don Stinson
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