"Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then,
and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a
sense of sadness and departure."
- Thomas Wolfe
Saturday, May 15, 2004
How about walking into an open cupboard door face first in the middle of the night on the way to the commode? No violence, just a defeated return to my bed to stare at the ceiling with a throbbing nose, wondering how I could have left it open.
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