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  I spot Steve’s old Hudson street apt - he was Dolan’s boyfriend who had a cheesey Costco like Rousseau-ish mural of his nude self on his wall that faced the sidewalk. He’s gone, Dolan’s gone, Manny and Ann and Dan and Carole and John - gone - all my buds I shared life with almost a half century ago. O my oh mine.

  
  

  So live, that when thy summons comes to join   

  The innumerable caravan, which moves   

  To that mysterious realm, where each shall take   

  His chamber in the silent halls of death,   

  Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,   

  Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed   

  By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,   

  Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch   

  About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

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  • William Cullen Bryant