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Our house sat on wind-worn ledges with
 
a rocky footpath that sloped to the sea.
 
We sat at our table on the flagstone patio,
 
in the gap between the back door and the sharply 
 
rising hillside.
 
We shared wine and cheese and a season of 
 
parenthood together. And, as the sun followed its 
 
route over our roof tiles, its rays touched the peaks, 
 
then hurried past the gap so as not to disturb our
 
eternal discontent.


Submitted: February 25, 2025

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Thomaswcase8'.

Tremendous work, my friend.

Tue, February 25th, 2025 6:10pm

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Thank you, Thomas! Let's talk boxing soon. I'll bet that between the two of us, we can figure out whose who. I'll tell you a good one, James Toney vs. Michael Nunn.

Tue, February 25th, 2025 4:50pm

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