Life grinds to a start and a halt.
It sparks into existence and flashes out which probably explains
our tendency to fireworks and exploding towers. And at the
outset of every outsetting it don’t hurt to hover for
signs of tracer bullets with the knowledge that
those beggars are working double duty
and will pick us off just the same.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
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