Not weeks, not months--it took us years[Anna Akhmatova--'The Breakup' (1942), from Poems]
To part. And now at last we feel,
Having a gray wreath over our ears,
The breeze of freedom, cool and real.
No more being betrayed and betraying.
And you don't have to listen all night
To the evidence I've been busy arraying
Which proves me incomparably right.
7.13.2006
fare very well
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