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Small Talk
I talked about the weather today— that center of the longest conversation on earth, started long before Noah’s Ark, and continued until just this morning, all around introductions and coffee machines and nervous meetings and my wife wondering what to wear on a Wednesday. This force we battle, thinking we have it licked, has covered us with impermanence since the day the single cells topped the food chain. And we may think we’ve won, but we wear a worthy respect, and convey a complicit conviction, as we compose our careless colloquies.
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