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There are twelve steps for you to take. Twelve. My exact age that night baby panic pushed curse words from momma’s mouth.And from her hand, a coiled cord uncurled toward the telephone. It rubbed against the kitchen doorway, conducting a symphony of emotional landscape: a Panoramic Panic.  Twelve. The number of miles you rodeblacked out from alcoholContinue reading “Panoramic Panic”