Terns carry no pass-
port, respect no borders, write
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May the road to fulfillment be long and steep and smeared with fog, moss-lined, leaf-strewn, rockslide-prone, oft-closed for repair, haunted, the
On a perfectly normal Saturday, the kind where normal humans do normal human things, I log online to check my bank account for fraud...
Whatever touch I had is gone. Maybe I never had it. That would be better. One can't throw away a non-belonging. Can't chase after the dump truck for some treasure that isn't there.
