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I did not persist, but instead watched the sky in that spot. By this
time, I had stopped forcing my opinions on people. I was already regarded as nuts, not incoherent exactly, but not to be trusted or relied upon because I believed such odd things. -TM

in defense of this recounting of
2 brothers
+ their 3 friends
in the early 1970's
in a Columbian village
=
it's awesome & I'm glad it exists.

This particular afternoon, Dennis called our attention to the little hen, saying that if one thought of her as art, then the achievement she represented was immense. Who could make such a hen? Only the one who could have fashioned the peculiar world that we had fallen into. And that was?

James Joyce.

truths.

dude.