March 14, 2007

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So here, at last, was the answer. But not the one that I had expected… or wanted. “Someone left the cake out in the rain. Who was it, Joe?” Jacob’s words came back like an ancient, fateful bell. “Find that, and you’ve found yourself.” Latent image. Ashes to ashes. What would the fat lady sing now? Another wine, another dream, had come.