two men one never knew when he should go home. others with grace allowed this inextricable and unwanted bond to fester. he looked less young that he had ever been.
another wrote about a gradual release of mind replete with complication that would often challenge loved ones, now declaring he had not a breath of recollection of an enemy. that these two have never met is neither logical nor illogical. mere fact apart from linkage sounds like nothing unless someone decides to juxtapose the two and draw some hinge from scratch. one man will grow to be no other. and another will reach for life imposing his collection of broad understanding on an unsuspecting audience always ill-equipped to dream with reciprocity. sheila e. murphy
