Where shall one go? Where is one going? Is it the proverbial road less traveled bit when in fact, people want to travel the road on which everyone treds? Generations have trod, that's fine but do we bring anything new.
Regimental ties, cups of black tea, sushi, old ppb editions of Agatha Christie, a CD by Astrud Gilberto, yellowing dictionary. Patchouli oil on Sundays. Reading letters in the garden. Watching the fog roll over the Golden Gate Bridge. Bark-colored teapot.
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