And it was in that moment when I finally and rudely realized what was preventing me from advancing the second step.
One can hardly be said to walk well when one is inebriated, less likely (doubly so) after one has plunged (nose first) into the solid oak floor.
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I wish there was some moral or didactic quality to this work, for no other reason than to put a conventional wind to my sails, to stop a free-drift to literary oblivion; but like a typical atheist who, before his slaughter, will no doubt seek the aid of God, I too, despite contrary conviction, am forever destined to wordy, generally incoherent and long-winded canvasses of thought. James Majoros http://cavalcades.blogspot.com/
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