the_view_from_this_tower raze she's still flitting from person to person when one shows up long after i'm gone. he has a good appetite, and he's very much himself. she offers an instant guarantee: the good shall go unnoticed. "he just holds my hand," she says. and i guess that's all she wants. it takes a while before he looks up. when he does, he makes sure he sees me from the spire across_the_street. every once in a while it's good to be reminded that some people care enough to stick around. 260430 what's it to you? who go blather from