At The Crossroads.
Donna Pailor
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Hey Donna,

So loved “Tick-Tock, has become the sound of my years running away like water in a gutter.” Beautiful, evocative image.

I got a little lost, though, with the pronouns. First reading the “I” parts, clearly it was you. But then there was “you,” and then, finally, “he.” I would need a little more information to figure out who’s talking to whom.

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