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EatI'm driven by
the thrusts and urges panging within
telling me I need to be fed with fury
take it !
take it !
let it become a part of you,
let it sate the hole
left by confusion,
let it bring a clarity you've desired
ingest the banquet set before you
and know what it means to be complete
JamesAs a child, my family would drive down to Bicknell, Utah to visit my great-grandmother, Lucinda, whom we called Grandma. Her Danish grandfather was among the pioneers that settled in Utah in the 1800s. He helped found some of the towns near Capitol Reef National Park. Grandma stayed in southern Utah all of her life. She married a man named James and had nine children, including my grandfather, Smith.
Grandma lived in the house in which she had raised her family right up to the end, so it was already full of many memories by the time I was born. Some things were always guaranteed when visiting her house: Grandma would be grumpy, Lucky Charms was for breakfast, and my eyes would be glued shut in the morning.
But there was an unusual incident late one night that has stuck with me all my life. I must have been about 4-years-old. I remember walking into the kitchen, but I don't know why I was there. Perhaps there was a noise or I needed some water. Whatever the reason, I was there. And I wa
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