Sometimes I fear the force of lashing sea-water, missing the compliments suitable for any occasion. Or that by giving in to a subsequent conversation, an old love, I hear a man in overalls hammering on a coffin. This story or that line may not be engaging with the world around me. But am I not fiction - a reflection of what should or can be remembered?
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