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Frivolous days with their frivolous acts and frivolous words breeze like weighted charms across the eyes. “It’s all a play of mediocrity and mendacity,” so they say. “Belief in God or an afterlife was too difficult for them so they spent their lives trying to figure it all out and came up short.”

The Mud Hut had its disturbing moments that crept up from the root of some unknown presence but which, when it was revealed, had always been there in the light.

It was not Edenic or, if it was, it was a cold Eden where all good was forbidden when the overseer was around.

“Something torn always remains torn no matter what you use to patch it up with.”



David Eide
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