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Party

He shakes his silvered head like an old stallion comprehending little but oats and sugar cubes. Gaiety surges around tables: white water roaring past giant solitary boulders. Servers bring salads, cheeses lasagnas, chicken, roast boar— tastebuds decline, overwhelmed. A tango … Continue reading

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