David R. posted an article on
The First Word
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Aug 10, 2008, 3:59 pm
The spaces between are empty and we move from one trap to the next until we are too worn down to resist any more. The brightness fades from our eyes, the shine from greying hair, and our once hard bodies, ache, soften, crease, and sag like old leather.
The sweetness fills our senses. A gleam of l...