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c o l l i n g w o o d
How useful the bucket, the ladder, the little white lie. How swift the rumor, the pointing of a finger, the departure of reason. How brief the life of a fly, the life of a bubble, the times on this earth without war. How beautiful the raindrop that is not part of a flood. How beautiful to hear the leading of a bully. How precious laughter, art, the shade of a tree. How mysterious the brain, the soul, the house beyond this one of flesh. How sudden the twist in a novel, the trapdoor opening, the return to sleeping alone. How unwise to take for granted peace, income, love, the issue of your next breath.
-- Peter Bakowski.

alcohol free since 12/4/08.

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