LaFayette, I have returned.

[shout_at_schube]

By chance and the fees of thousands of dollars the wind has blown some of the grains, so very slowly, back to the spots where they used to rest en masse. I know this because it's obvious, because my face is a little less murderous and my reflexes a little more quick; my eyes are capable, now, of seeing connections rather than spotlighted shapes

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[anonymous]

The final metaphor, as metaphor, is so attractively uncompromising. Always so precise! I'd let you do brain surgery.