I’m laying around feeling ill, the result of downing a bowl of cherries while watching Paul McCartney, here to claim what’s left of the Beatles Catalog, on David Letterman.
I’m thinking, though not deeply, about death. The grandfather of a good friend died today. Funerals are sad, death not necessarily so. Sometimes death is a …
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about
I am a dot (nothing more)in a sea of dots
I sometimes touch other dots
some will be moved by the touching
others will not
that is the best I can do
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