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I only ever made one promise in my life that I meant to keep. One promise.
It wouldn't be easy, ridding my life of
anything too large, or too small to fit what I had become.
Shadows morphing in the charioscuro light obscured the true proportions
so some things that were meant to stay, meant to save, were packed away. And some things better gone, remained.
Seeing the sad cremains which had trickled out between the tines, there was nothing left but regret and a determination never again to bring a spoon to what always turned out to be a fork fight
