The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Spitting out the bitter old words.

The word Grudge has come up twice in the past week, like gorge rising from my childhood. I think it's one of those words only used on other people. I'm eccentric, you are crazy, I perspire, you sweat, I'm a good judge of character, you hold grudges.


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