soft hands.

it is beautiful.

i cheated and stole this from an entry i made elsewhere, but i just reread it and thought it appropriate for this venue:

half-hearing baseball on the couch as i drift in and out. speaking of, a trillion articles and still there are no right words for what transpired the other night. this comes close; just ignore the weird undercurrent of political allegiance.

because it was everything i love about this game that, as old barty said, is designed to break your heart.
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