a short retirement comes to an abrupt end, leaving mixed feelings in it's wake, the adult and the child argue the merits of their case while work somehow gets done. long awaited arrivals in shorthand gestures make for good company, while backs stick to moist chairs in the waning hours of the night. wishing for an ideal will not bring it any closer to fact, manifesting and molding days to fit comfortably into compartments. there is no good way to say it..............
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