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Tag: old friends

  • lounge act

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    T.M. Camp
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    Woke early this morning with a handful of broken fragments from last night’s dreams, losing little shards as the day progresses, memories and images slipping through my fingers and lost for good. Here’s what’s left… …a heartfelt farewell from one of my clients, almost paternal in how touching his words are… …my wife and I…

  • cages

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    T.M. Camp
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    …passing through one of the seedier parts of town, I stop off to visit with an old friend from college. I’m surprised to find him here, in such strained circumstances. We sit out on his little patch of front yard and chat for a bit, but it quickly grows tiresome. He’s consumed by self-involved bitterness…