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A day like many others,

the turning of pages; and

clocks ticking over. I get 

older as I try and drown 

my sorrows in alcohol-

free beer, how about that 

dear friends. Pondering

upon the merits of Plutarch 

and Dio, both on the paper 

before me, one in my ears; 

screaming. All dead, yet still 

very much alive, and present.

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