I LIKE TO THROW CLUES
Well, in my way anyhow, I
like to throw clues about who
I may be, or have been. A very
general, healed, arm, in a nicely
formed cast. It's a mirror by the
lake of fond du lac? A small
description of my own true
heart?
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People may ask, 'How did you
get here?' I answer, 'With a wagon
load of furs, a cart-full of once
tradeable goods. Now, useless,
and worth, at most, nothing
very much at all.'
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