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Once Upon A Time There Was A Dwarf Knight Who Only Had Fifty Words To Live In And They Were So Fleeting That He Only Had Time To Put On A Suit Of Armor And Ride Swiftly On A Black Horse Into A Very Well-lit Woods Where He Vanished Forever.

Excuse Me, I Said. I Thought You Were A Trout Stream. I'm Not, She Said.

I'll Tell You About It Because I Am Here And You Are Distant.

The American Humorist Sat On His Couch Suffering Thoughts Of Her, Trying To Figure Out How To Win Back Her Affections, Wondering What Had Happened Between Them Or Just Tumbling Head-over-heels Down Into Romantic Oblivion Where The Image Of A Remembered Kiss Provokes Bottomless Despair And Makes Death Seem Like The Right Idea.he Experienced The Basics Of Love Ended.

I Had Become So Quiet And So Small In The Grass By The Pond That I Was Barely Noticeable, Hardly There... I Sat There Watching Their Living Room Shining Out Of The Dark Beside The Pond. It Looked Like A Fairy Tale Functioning Happily In The Post-world War Ii Gothic Of America Before Television Crippled The Imagination Of America And Turned People Indoors And Away From Living Out Their Own Fantasies With Dignity... Anyway, I Just Kept Getting Smaller And Smaller Beside The Pond, More And More Unnoticed In The Darkening Summer Grass Until I Disappeared Into The 32 Years That Have Passed Since Then.