24 JULY—Our nearest neighbor, let me call him Bill, lives several hundred feet up hill from us along our common country road. His house, with its lovely wraparound porch, is almost entirely hidden from view when the deciduous forest that surrounds us is in its full green glory.
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The choice that is ours to make.
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All the small details.
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For my friend J.G.
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Thoughts on the nature of being.
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Love and laughter and friendship and art.
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A long interlude.
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A winter tale.
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