Honoring Bill. The Passing of a Great Man.
The leopard print chaise calls to me, out of the fog of memory, from its ashy grave, "Remember me", it says. "Remember the comfort you used to take as you sat gazing out at your small piece of paradise? When you sat with me, the world made sense. Even if only for a moment. Your life was on a trajectory, heading predictably in the same direction it had been going..." Following that trajectory was just fine with me.
11 August, 2013
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