This morning, walking, I saw a new door. I’ve walked that stretch a million times, or more, and that door has never been there before. You probably think they just cut the ivy, or that my imagination ‘s lively. But, this evening, that door was no more.POEM: The Door of Nevermore — the !n(tro)verted yogi
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