The problem was that the thing became another sort of
distraction, in the mezzanine, it meant three mezzanines,
not two, or even one. Grain, cattle, babies all holding on
to the present day. I could count them on one hand.
Did they even miss me? Was the mezzanine the prime spot,
as in destination, say, the next Aspen or Jackson Hole?
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