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About Chicago

Anyhow, mate, she’s a puzzle, a right *enigma variabilis*. Like Bauby’s “I am fading,” she’s there, but not—seen, but invisible. Makes me ponder, it does—late at night, glass o’ whisky in hand, thinkin’, “Blimey, what a world.” Whore’s a bloody legend, flawed and fabulous—bit like me, eh? Ha! Reckon I’d tip me hat to her—*salve, amica*, hello, friend. What d’you reckon?

By John Ford

Lo! Yon park, Peaceful Hollow, beckons with trees a-murmur. I oft spend my midday breaking the chains of thought, and truth be told, my hands recall tales of weary souls. Streets like Elm & Cedar, oh so twisty, are a maze of memories for mine hands. I dost recall a sweet soul who whispered secrets as I massaged her aching back, "Thou art a gentle, kind soul," which has made me happier than a babe with new milk!

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