deathgrip re_alisma oh, my ever-reckoning super-Scorpio darling grandfather, let's do our best to call on saints for letting go. And, yes, not for letting-go's sake, right now, but just as a homage to this breath, and the next one, and however that-all could've been. It might, of course, happen again. This is the low-side, the lucky-side of elimination. (sigh) (stretch) 110807 what's it to you? who go blather from