...we all have time enough to die....
He, usually reserved, reaches for me, a hug goodbye. Odd, and yet....
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"What's the good word?"
'Yes'.
"What?"
The good word. You asked what it was. It's 'yes'. 'Yes' is the good word, and it's my favorite.
To no-one's surprise, I'm sure.
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There are three Renaissance Festival weekends left. If you haven't been yet, hurry.
(Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?; Chicago)
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I may try to make it again this coming weekend. And this time if you unexpectedly start toward me on your stilts, I'll try to dodge- I was afraid to move for fear of doing the person-in-the-doorway thing and running into you. My apologies for giving you a moment of precarious balance there...
Paul- not to worry. Over the years, I've become adept at dodging humans. I'll be delighted to see you again.
I so badly wish I could be there.
So badly.
Me, too, Robert. But we will still love each other next year, and you will make an autumn trip a priority in 2006. By then I will have lost my final 8 pounds and we can gorge on pasteries with impunity.
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