"When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool." - Achebe
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One day, hundreds of years from now, we will all be tired dogs on front porches; the air will be thick and soft; and we'll lust after some semblance of cool wind with our little wet noses.
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We can only hope.
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Only those who fear silence should fear death.
About Me
- B.S.H.
- I have an MFA in poetry from the University of Florida, and since poets make no money, I'm looking into the lucrative profession of fly fishing, though I've never been fond of that much silence, or fishing.