The Sound of Meaningless Laughter At the end of a promontory that the white caps scrape is a man in a coat with a billowing cape. The words in his hand he discards in the sea. He inhails the brine as he walkes the quay. What was it that he was chasing after, perhaps the sound of meaningless laughter. Someone is talking, a voice of the dead, det…
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