The loss of personal possessions can be worse than death. Frederick was a writer. He migrated from coffee shop to coffee shop, and his laptop bore scars and stains on all faces. Finally one day, he dropped it on a table and it quit, destroying all of his poetry and stories. If he was a character in one of his stories, he would have done something drastic. Instead he tearfully ordered a black coffee and when he tried to grab it, his hand passed right through the cup. For personal possessions, on occasion, are more substantial than the person himself.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Frederick
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