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A heart, a time or two. I loved this once, this hearty stream. This time passing, these years worn smooth like pebbles.

All are equal in the eyes of our Lord.

I sat in that old rocking chair, marking each new day with the same old things. Curtains open, sun in, biscuits made with slamming pans.

Life lays low like Johnny Cash. A whiskey-soothed song of a century.

Out of my window, I cannot tell which of my vices has done me worst.

I sing a hymnsong to mark this, my last day staring at green pines, honeysuckle, old porch through smudged glass.