Regrets are like the mornings. They pile up day by day. I will wait no longer. I am on my way. . . .
Sometimes you wonder if you might not go inside. . . . Oh, you never know.
Hair was shining in the sun like corn growing high. She pulled me in just like a smoke and held me for a while. . . .
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