The beginning of the reunion is…anticlimactic. As most of life is, the true dust of living. I am here. It has happened. She asks if I’m hungry, and I eat a glass of whiskey. I’m a bit shaky. She can’t stop smiling.
No Country for Young Men
Alan Hanson
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Again, perfectly simple and true, and in wonderful contrast with the waterfall of images above. Gah!