Dear Devin 2005-10-26 9:25 p.m.


Dear Devin....

"Tom appeared on the sidewalk with a bucket of whitewash and a long-handled brush. He surveyed the fence, and all gladness left him and a deep melancholy settled down upon his spirit. Thirty yards of fence nine feet high. Life to him seemed hollow, and existence but a burden."

One board at a time, Darling... and if you need help... call me.


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