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Fri Jul 28 2000 at 0:43:23
Ray was a
friend of a friend
and we had never really met. He sent
such good letters
. Pages of typewritten henpeck, I felt honored by the effort and wheedled the old green
out of my grandmother.
Ray lived in Pennsylvania and owned a goat. I wondered whether we had ever breathed a common molecule of air or swallowed a common drop of water, cycled and traveled across the country to where the other one lived. Years later a professor would ask me if I knew the odds on whether I had ever breathed an air molecule that had cycled through
. He said there were no odds, that it was certain,
mathematically, I must have.
I was not impressed I was disappointed. It wasn't so unusual after all,
we had shared nothing rare.
I tried to look at it in a more holistic light, the "we are all one" thing
but I am by nature miserly and jealous
and I didn't want to share with everyone, I wanted to pick and choose.
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