Slipping the Ballroom
The Human Experience
A friend of mine is dying of cancer.
He is 2,500 miles away. We see each other maybe once or twice a year. Yet, this one strikes so very close.
When you are young, deaths of people your age exist only as lightning. They are usually off in the distance. The clap may reach you, but it is dulled by your remove. There are accidents and injuries but they are s…
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