HASTA MALARKEY
In place of anything new let's just
come up with the old again. Keep
the sabers sheathed, leave the knives
unhoned. I can build the chancelry
if you can call it home. Roses along
the fenceline? OK too.
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When you look at someone closely,
what is it that you see? I see their
memories, working overtime to
compensate for the loss. We all get
our Proustian moments. Take what
you can, and walk.
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