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  • All you have to do is write
    one true sentence. Write
    the truest sentence that you know.

    ― Ernest Hemingway

    I’ll tell you a secret:
    I just come here
    to hang out. I live alone
    up on the mountain.
    When I can’t stand
    the sound of my own singing
    I get in my jeep
    and drive twenty miles

    over a washed-out road
    so I can hang out in this here
    Fifties Diner, listen to
    what’s on people’s minds,
    start up conversations,
    and take notes on life.
    I get this hunger for a
    sense of community.

    People need people.
    Isn’t that how the song goes?
    Hell, Hemingway wrote
    in diners like this. So did St. John
    of the Cross for all we know.
    I figure what’s good enough
    for them, is good enough for me.
    Could I borrow your ketchup?

    (Photograph by Alex in the Silver King Diner, in the 3-D world of Second Life)
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