Tuesday, September 26, 2006
The Perfect End to a Long Job
I can still see it hanging in the air, my hands waiting to catch it as I had so many times before. It hung, perhaps an imperceptible moment too long, and my hands clasped on the floam - a little too late. Part of it hurtled towards my shirt, and in order to keep the entire floam pancake I had made...
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