we all have space here, under this wide awning. possibly also a berth, for where we all temporarily anchor. if it is alright, we could take a walk or meet at a refreshment place, not a bar, two blocks down not too far from the dock. you can tell me all about God, and all about patience, and all about moving and keeping apace while keeping still. you might not notice, i am a bit resigned. and take things almost a day at a time. and the little good things, i like to save. even the colored paperclip we happened along the way. such things we dream, often are fiction, i suppose. they do not really stay, the way they are, the moment they become real.
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