Cease your quest of love.
Here at the window in the evenlight I lean my ears to summon once again The sound of memory in its sweet refrain, …
Kendall told me about a man named March Flack. A radio actor who disappeared years ago. I assumed that was here.
The tremor in my left hand is like the ominous grating note of a failing engine. I am growing weaker daily. What is this testimony but the collateral sparkings of a dying consciousness?
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