And time brings down what is both
strong and tall.
- Anne Bradstreet
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The cinderblocks catch at my clothes and hands, as if holding me in place. So very narrow, standing above the dead car that the now dead Monk tried to drive over me. I like this wall, tall and safe. A little dirty and worn, showing its age. I know how it feels. A fresh coat of paint on either of us won't hide the gaps in the mortar or the small chunks missing from around the edges. But, it's still there holding me up. I suppose I could do that just as well. Starsky's here to help with the painting.
fin