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unconsciously holy cow

on about it

Long enough now to have a voice but not if you suppose having found

a voice in the sense of knowing what comes next and having reached a

certainty about the need to say. Such & Such. Makers of Fine Company

for Fifty Years. No not that long. But voice in the arrivals. You turn and

see that a friend has walked in and the sun has come up again out of the

muck he called darkness but meant muck. Now he’s here and you’ll have

to figure something to do. Or maybe just sit.


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