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Expect Only This

We read of so and so and his sad ending, then we remember more; more people in a long story. Sadness is a gesture, an acknowledgement that we knew all along its time would come again with a different face. Most eulogies withdraw into quiescence, a sequestering of parables told to rushing crowds and the headlong years.

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Book: Shattered Sighs