My first notion as I opened the gate was that a fire had broken out, for the room was so filled with smoke. Fume of words..! Through the haze I had a vague vision of life coiled up in an armchair with a black clay pipe between his lips.
Beautifully poignant. I miss your writings. You should post more often. :)
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Beautifully poignant. I miss your writings. You should post more often. :)
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