There Are Things That Can't Be Said,

Outside The Leaves On The Trees Constricted Slightly; They Were The Deep Done Green Of The Beginning Of Autumn. It Was A Sunday In September. There Would Only Be Four. The Clouds Were High And The Swallows Would Be Here For Another Month Or So Before They Left For The South Before They Returned Again Next Summer.

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I Have Thought For A Long Time That The Way My Clothes Hang On Me Is More Important Than Me Inside Them.

I Went To The Top Of Vesuvius And Looked In.