God, hes left as on aur oun.
My mind is aglow with whirling transient nodes of thought, careening through a cosmic vapor of invention.
This
+
this
=
this
. (Thanks,
Julia
!)
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Mollified, and yet
Crying in the Wind, by Harold Applebaum