Every now and again I post something and remove it within a few hours, a bit longer than a “flash in the pan.” Not around as long as a Tibetan mandala (nor as painstakingly created), but something not meant to stay. Thoughts come and go, like the seasons. Sometimes it feels good to write it down, then figuratively tear it up, or toss it in the fire and watch the ashes rise.
Bye-bye to “A Bonfire, a Glock and Bunco." And oh boy, it was a good one. Too bad you missed it.
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