Two Hundred Ninety-Four

Birthdays should be mourned as measures of lost innocence. Each tick of the clock is a reminder of the unraveling of the veil of virtue hiding countless flaws. Sixty-two years ago today, the unraveling began.


About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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3 Responses to Two Hundred Ninety-Four

  1. I have a copy. It is very short; compact describes it. Compact, with an incredible left hook.

  2. jserolf says:

    Go get a copy of “A Clean Well Lighted Place” and we’ll read it together.

  3. Joyce says:

    Happy birthday to a great youngster! May you have many more exciting and healthy adventures ahead

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