Everything Dies

Home Correspondence Everything Dies

It was one of those winter days in Texas that seem as gray as the surface of the moon and about as hospitable.  It’s cool outside, so you wear a jacket.  Inside, it’s stuffy.  I’m wearing a coat and running the fan at the same time . . .

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