The world used to be more beautiful. The sky was bluer, the grass was greener, and good always triumphed over evil.
Also, a person could rear back and paint the air with raw profanity and feel just grand about it. Not any more.
Oh I can. I do. I am the most profane person I know, the patient result of years of daily practice. But time and place have diluted this simple joy of life.
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