Time is rushing toward me from all sides.
The past and the future is growing shorter in this middle age.
Now that life no longer stretches to where I can't imagine its end,
I am remembering how important is this present.
And in that remembrance, I am lamenting the lousy coffee in my cup today.
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And thus the report of a Chris sighting at Crema this a.m. Sounds like this too shall be remedied soon.
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