Saturday, November 01, 2008

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Her surrender of her exclusive and rightful pleasure may seem you the feather that knocked over this weighty thing. But in his heart, it was a mighty blow struck a'many and for long and for no good reason while he, in darkness groped for a token whose light-reflection might beckon at least one hand to reach up and unwind him from the fetal tuck that is this isolation. Here is loneliness.