Chapter 13

The One With Angel a Ashes

His thoughts climbed mount Everest and near the edge of its cliffs, they found a rock, with a poem chiseled in its granite face, about LOSS. The poet erased his words, because loss can not be read, it has to be understood. “There is no war, yet we die, by the sword of corruption. ” He whispered softly to himself, and then a vision of a geisha, reading a memoir, flashed  in his mind.


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