The older you get, the more people you know seem to be dying. I suppose the sadness is good for you, as long as you say
yes to things you might not feel like at first. You take the cover off the piano and pick at a tune. You force your thoughts one way or the other or just let them go. Already it's a sundown you don't read anything into. Figure in green t-shirt jogs by.
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