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a passing moment of grace
that I had the good fortune to be conscious of, cruelety anger rage and compassion on the edge of a cliff, take a life loose my life, later we became friends alamo rose and her foolish sun, her and me over a cup of coffe she eating a bagel and me moldy rye bread.
sorry for this ramble it was horror but it was a moments opening a crack in the bell jar a fresh breeze that cleared my mind

absolute zero

the temperature inside
London in February
Electric oven don't help