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We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
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Walking
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Sleep
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