3 August 2010. So, one day everything sails along--and the next it's a nose dive. Well, not exactly. Just that you can't do the same thing twice--which is to say, you shouldn't even dream of it. And yet, Tolstoy--repeating every other word--but that's not twice--that's emphasis, an altogether different matter.
Matter--as in shirt sleeves and lamb's wool collars--polyester, maybe, but still fluffy. A border man--crossing first to one side, then the other. This is done with bravado--and not a little hesitation--the tunnels, the payoffs, the close calls. But what can They do, finally, but send you back home.
Home, to set out again...
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