The Flying Sumo Monk

His grin was open, deep into his cheeks. The Flying Sumo Monk had great teeth others would willingly pay lots for. His words came out easy and direct with a tinge of humor because he loved to laugh. His game was always within steps inside the circle. He had no apology for things of the past. He was only space on the canvas binding a tick in time to his overwhelming girth. His love.

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