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Empty Malaise


I age quietly in a slate grey house at a fork in the road. I live there alone with a revolving front door. The ache of geriatrics nuzzles my shoulder blades. Once an evening I unplay a game of Go with myself, as a Taoist would.

5:19 p.m. - 2016-08-21

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