By Howie Good
It begins like an echo of apples falling all
night in the orchard. Unable to sleep because unable to breathe lying down, the
fish and wildlife wander off. To hell with facts! Entrust the heirloom silver
of a cold rain to strangers for safekeeping. It’s fun, and even necessary
sometimes, to pretend that we’re free. Small tattoos can be inscribed on the
middle finger, which was once believed to have a blood vessel that directly
connected to the heart. Or you may choose to inscribe “In Memory of Mom” on
your chest. Consult your artist. There’s no place in journalism for someone who
doesn’t respect the truth.
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