... ..fall far ....March 3, 2004   The back bedroom is no longer for show.  It is for real.  A real bedroom inhabited by a long-limbed boy of seventeen.  I belong alone.  But I am a clear-headed man of love and duty.  I can endure the sweetness.  Then I shall summon the remaining strength in my branches and hurl the apple.  It must fall far from the tree. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..1st quarter index..|..next

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