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Saturday January 4th 2014  Tim Candler


      Oh dear, the ghost of pompous must be exorcised from me. I have entered my opinions in one too many places and no good blaming the shut-in of cold weather with its vague forecast of "low around minus three Fahrenheit." I must declare myself an un-socialized being whose grasp of basic communication is woefully lacking.  I'm a Bumble Borer amongst Butterflies.

        I might sometimes be smitten with an idea of living in a town as a Velvet Ant.  I see myself greeting the busy street, a brisk six legged walk to a smoke filled den where coffee is served, and I'll have my two and six ready, exact change. Sneer at the latte, insist upon a table cloth, sting someone for no good reason.


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