Old friends:
My friends from high school D-- and T-- are in town this weekend. I'm hoping to have some time to do some stuff with them, though I have to work on Saturday. Stupid work.
There's a cool web of language weaves us in,
Retreat from too much joy and too much fear:
We grow sea-green at least and coldly die
In brininess and volubility.
--Robert Graves
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