a crawlspace, where the scraps of lines and letters encountered throughout the day are stored as bookmarks for reference and later use

28.1.10

J.D. Salinger is dead

Hide not thy tears on this last day

Your sorrow has no shame;

To march no more midst lines of gray;

No longer play the game.

Four years have passed in joyful ways — Wouldst stay those old times dear?

Then cherish now these fleeting days,

The few while you are here.


By J.D. Salinger

NYTimes

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