to lean back into it like in a chair the color of the sun as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not for war. where the last drink is as good as the first and you realize that the promises you made yourself were kept. that’s plenty. that last: about the promises. what’s not so good is that the few friends you had are dead and they seem irreplaceable. on women, you didn’t know enough early and too much too late. and if self-analysis is allowed: nice that you turned out well- honed, that you arrived late and remain generally capable. outside of that, not much. except you
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