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Tuesday January 27, 2021 subscribe |
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| It was a day of messages. I mailed a couple of letters, glad for the excuse to get out into the unexpected sunshine, and it actually felt warm. The sky roared with high-flying jets, so fast they doubled back on their 'trails before they could dissipate, Had to wonder what it meant. From aggressive aerial posturing to the humility of a mea culpa written on one's knees, an air of regret and apology carefully lettered at my feet. Up against a wall at the end of an alley, somebody screamed... |
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