+ How the hand-wound slowly sews itself and then puckers into the palm, no farewell when it's tucked away and gone. After an "unfortunate encounter" last week when after midnight a homeless person knocked me in the head with a plastic pipe and I ran way only to fall down drunk over a craggy sidewalk and scraping up my face, arm and hand, I've
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Sorry to hear of your misadventure, but I appreciate the stoicism and philosophy that surfaces in response. Take care.
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This day can't get much better after seeing your post.
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