Small follies bother me with prickles all over my conscience, the large ones don't seem to exist as much. I hurt people but I acquiesce to that fact with something that isn't dignity. Nor is it humility.

Some things fit in parenthetical remarks. Others go in lists. Some deserve line breaks. Syntax long and short and punctuated or unpunctuated and here I can only breathe when I see an opening for it.


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