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Old Woman’s Lament in Autumn

04/28/2026 14:58h
For WCW Sorrow is my corner store where jack-o’-lantern balloons get high on the last helium. The endcap is gold today with numbered bags of Werther’s Original. No one is Werther. Last night a newscaster mentioned an “elderly victim.” Don’t call me that. I’m old and obdurate.