Sep 3, 2010
On Sadness
The lines around his eyes grew long and dug deep into his skin as he smiled. It was uneasy, and I could see the sadness buried in those shaky crevices. I knew this because it was my sadness too.
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Aristotelean Thomist; dabbler in the epicurean and sartorial arts; sworn enemy of wasting my time.
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