You will be changed and changed again.
And when the storm is over, you will
Have to pick up your heart in a pail and
Keep walking along the shoreline, the smell
Of rotting fish either perfume or pestilence,
Depending on where the voyage has taken you.
Kneading sand with your toes, it is your own
Heart you must answer to, not all those ships
Broken on the rocks then washed back to sea.
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That first line is a great hook, Dave. I like the fish and the sand too. Great details.
You're getting so good at this. I am proud of you, m'boy.
Thank you, My Beloved Legion of Adoring Fans.
MBLAF for short!
Wow, does that officially make us Dave Oppegaard groupies? How exciting!
Jesus Fucking Christ Oppegaard. Why are you so goddamn lovely?
You will read this at my funeral. Stay alive for another forty years.
Thank you, Steph, but I truly expect medicine to advance far enough in the next forty years to make the average life expectancy about 93 yrs. old, so you will probably live until 107 by pure will alone.
say it again and again and again, Dave.
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