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On being mistaken for myself

Photos never lie except when they must, with a minimum of mendacity, tell welting whoppers about how egregiously old the old codger has become. I have studied photos taken years ago that make me look youthful although I can recall … Continue reading

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Not I

It had to be somebody else— that picture they said was I; he was old and paunchy, looked like he should be chewing a cheroot in a rocker, cracking wise about the good old days on the porch out front … Continue reading

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chocolate

After the slender honeymoon glazed by the high tiny moon overlooking the lazy blue Caribbean tides she flew back to the clacking bottling plant opened a new box of cherry creams and got sticky dreamy again.

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