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You’re going to go do your business and come right back.
His dreams are full of open windows, speeding cars.
I knew now that I had nothing to do but wait ̶ and hope.
You’re looking splendid!
Who were these people, minute to minute and year after year?
It was a form of joyous overflow.
You have to keep finding it, keep having it find you.
Can you imagine?
He felt he might sit there until he turned to stone or drew his last breath
There were too many memories
He wakes in the middle of the night gasping for air
You don’t ever have to worry about me
Paris, November 2013
So what are your plans for today?
It seemed better to not even think it
Gone fishin’
This can’t be why I’m here
But I would be long gone by then
He was dangerous
The girl was exactly where she’d been before
There was a deep, sad wound in him
Tomorrow I will be on an airplane home
“The hidden harmonies that govern our seemingly chaotic universe”
This image is particularly striking
Oh yeah, I feel bad sometimes
I didn’t do it and have no idea how it happened
Does that seem about right?
The next couple of days passed in a blur
What now?
All was aligned, all was right
She had no idea what to do next
Then, something unexpected happened
I am ready to do anything. Anything!
Nobody knew it at the time
An almost cool looking, strong, calm light
Don’t just stand there, do something
She was sick of visitors
You’re here for one reason and you should know what that reason is
You’re probably thinking of the big picture, but I only see the small one
You will measure time passing at exactly the same rate
So how do you tell when you’re moving?
Well, I don’t know if this is really a good time
Sometimes it was crucial to clear the emotional desk
Can’t stay here long
I have never known how to use them, of course
I suppose it seems farther than it really is
We thought you’d want to know
Nothing could shut the noise out
There was too much that could happen
Much of it was just ordinary aging

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