i once knew a man who hardly spoke a word at all. less still did his whispers speak harshly of others. to those who knew him & those whose circuitous orbit brought them eventually to each other again & again, & from time to time. he seemed more a curiosity, an intriguing at first, yet seemingly easily solvable mystery, a childs riddle of human existence.

often he found himself treading upon unstill waters. spume kissing the worn heels of his feet. a sea of resent. he would wander between countless creaking hulls & cracked keels. yet he smiled as he did so. a welcome port he had opened for these vessels, welcome to those who deemed it necessary, appropriate or justifiable to harbour there.














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