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you don’ wanna know

Grampa says that eyeglasses changed history: they made us all see better, that’s no mystery; in doing so they killed perpetual youth by showing love our wrinkles: that’s the truth.

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Waiting for something else

So he’s down to less than half his usual weight: can’t wait to see if I can see him; he’s a ghost of his former self, a skinny old withered old guy my brother in law, and I know he’s … Continue reading

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Waiting for the curtain

My little son and I were waiting for the show to start. “They’ll bring down the lights soon,” I said. Then I realized he was trembling, looking up at the great chandelier above us. Some explanation solved that one, but … Continue reading

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