August 18, 1788    Mon Cher Donatien    I hung in a content silence. Your Japanese ropework held me up, off of the ground. The long lengths of rope culminated above me... all knots out of reach. But plainly visible. So...

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Gotta try something different this time I’ve lost the rhythm can’t find the beat Advice is free but it’s a dime per rhyme To seize victory from the jaws of defeat This isn’t a joke don’t have a punchline...