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Dan Brook

Personal Papers

Out on the beach in San Francisco, it's cold, grey, and windy, as usual. We brought the papers with us, knowing what we had to do with them. We wouldn't throw them out, they couldn't simply be recycled, and there was certainly no one to give them to. Besides, it was important to us that we be at the beach, just the two of us, taking care of our private affairs.

Shivering—
the last match
lights the fire