Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Tuesday, July 11, 2000

I went out to my first lecture at eight this morning. I paused before opening the door to put on my gloves, and I looked at the glass. There was a bit of grass stuck to it, looking maybe like a small figure, limbs splayed. Surrounded by crystalline frost, it looked like a Brian Froud creation. When I returned at eleven, the frost, the grass and the magic was gone.

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