I am not asleep

I am wondering why on earth beautiful things vanish so quickly even though I know the answer, why “june bugs listening to Leoncavallo” is such an evocative line, why when I read Stanford I think of a glassy-eyed woodsman with nothing in life but his rugged hands and a jar of his daughter’s baby teeth.

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