the roamer"and most of the way sang, he and I, and eat some cold meat we had, and with great pleasure home."
This is poetry, Samuel. Pure poetry. The bliss of unscheming intimacy in an afternoon walk with a friend. And it happens, beautifully, amidst all the turmoil of your current jealousy about your wife's dance teacher. You are such a rich & complex person, Sam.
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"And most of the way talked films and books, she and I, and ate the cheese sandwiches she had prepared. And elated home."