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There was in our town, more than fifty years ago, a small sandy spot in a sliver of valley silt loam where classes of youngsters would be taken to practice their leaping skills. Georgia outjumped us all. Some of the boys were perplexed by Georgia, slight and very fast. I remember her face, with that inimitable look of the intelligence and focus by which mastery shall be achieved. Then she accelerated in the first summer sun of the day, across freshly trimmed grass still dewy from the foggy...
John Howland
November 23, 2007 | San Francisco, CA