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Day's End.

"honey melon moon
in the black bowl
of the sky
I remember the taste
of our summer kiss"

--@ericcoliu

That's all that poetry is.

"I more & more am coming to believe that the wellsprings of many of our biggest decisions have nothing to do with those storylike contrivances we insist are our reasons; more like avalanches than stimulus-response... After i had been here awhile i realized i didn't know why i left Dallas; that everything i'd believed were causes had vanished like a summer rain which leaves the sidewalks dry an hour later." --letter (1991?)

Stuck in a Maze.