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Jun 27
..and then we forget that we're just pegs in a board full of holes filled with pegs and at the edges and the corners there are spaces to move,

not too many spaces,
just enough to make us think we can do anything in a world filled with pegs,
the board is fixed, the odds are fixed and it's even money that we'll be fixed too.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  66/Here and now
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