Will We?
My favorite euphemism for death is the future.
Vermeer's kitchen maid is not the most famous painting in the Rijksmuseum even though she pours her milk perfectly and milk poured no more slowly then than it does now.
In Cleveland, Aunt Jean offers me a Vantage and teaches me a game of solitaire called The Queen Goes Into the Woods.
The older I get, the more I am able to discard.
Will we never live together in the round house?
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