as you watch in the mirror
you see life growing clearer
slowing down, going by frame by frame
yes the silence comes after
the peals of their laughter
you’ve forgotten the rules of the game
so you raise up your voice
in a last desperate chorus
and let out your anguishing cry
through the hollow of heaven
but you never break even
it is not in the throw of the die
Two years on...greetings from B.C.
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I am slow. Very, very slow. It can take me a long time to start to feel
settled in a place, so it should be no surprise that two years after moving
back to...
10 years ago
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