John Updike
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I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl like barn swallows, I swing. There is a fruitless commotion of dust and rubber at my feet. Smothered it, I say promptly. After enough lessons the terminology becomes second nature. ✨ John Updike (2011). Golf Dreams: Writings on Golf, p.20, Random House

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