Evening color makes everything pretty. Even some random shade shop sign. I do really enjoy the name Erv. When's the last time you've meet an Erv? Come to think of it, I don't think I ever have. Erv could be a friend I've missed, an enemy to be defeated, an acquaintance I tolerate for social reasons. Shall I never know this mystical Erv? Shall I never know the kinship/animosity/indifference of our apparently not-fated crossing? Where are you Erv? Where?
- jon
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