o hello, old ones

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oh no, here it is – hallo there, old friend,..  . . . .like this, shall we, yes. begin: . . ….  ….  some weeks back happened to drop effusive note to former diary charm, that friend or associate of twenty diary-distant years, that dear n beautiful one. remarking about our former associate, i shed wordy tears. this was received w some silence, but days later i found directions in my inbox to our friends latest online home. naturally i went there, to that secret new name & place he is concealed at – – on one of the many popular social media platform. very little audience i found there, not like the old days, & yet –

o he is the lovely thing he was. ii shed more tears. look at him, look at us, so advanced in years, our hearts spent desperately, wastefully, in our misguided agonies & tears, as youth was. now we turn as leaves do, tearing off and falling to the cool earth. see how beautiful he is – the ice of our perfection lost, there is a sweet warmth in the lovely face, the old change is sweet.

ii do not know if this is true. my dears, my old loves  – hello, i love you. this is must be –  my renewal, my old hallo, my love to you  –  i do not know.

that is writ idly. who can tell if he has sufferd the same bitter insults n sorrows and the play ended, as my own less loved has –

let me shut this, shall we, june – shut this up and turn to some learning, perhaps mitch’s marvelous chaunts on neville or manly p hall. let us read or –

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