Where the sidewalk meets the grass

by illimitableoceanofinexplicability

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In the days long gone

we gathered to be heard

and though we sang quite loud

no one understood a word

– from ‘Where the sidewalk meets the grass’

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Certain memories of that time are too painful for recalling in a setting such as this. Others, possibly made up completely, or maybe just embellished here and there for good reason can be proclaimed openly to everyone, or, at least anyone who cares to broaden their horizons for the purpose of living a fuller life. That’s what we did so long ago where the sidewalk met the grass, we broadened our horizons. Lived fuller lives, each and every one of us all the time. So full were we that if the fullness had been physical there is no doubt in my mind, or in the minds of others who were there (those I have kept in contact with and asked them directly their opinion) that are bodies, these fleshy shells we inhabit (oh, so briefly), would have most definitely exploded. What a mess that would have been¹! Quite gross.

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¹it’s important to me that you are aware that when I say ‘been’ I, of course, mean it to be pronounced ‘bean’, not ‘bin’, so, if it’s not too much trouble, that is if you pronounced it wrongly, could you go back and reread it correctly, please. Thank you.

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