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 One Lonely Afternoon by Russell Edson 
						Since the fern can't go to the sink for a drink ofwater, I graciously submit myself to the task, bringing two
 glasses from the sink.
 And so we sit, the fern and I, sipping water together.
 
 
 Of course I'm more complex than a fern, full of deep
 thoughts as I am. But I lay this aside for the easy company
 of an afternoon friendship.
 
 I don't mind sipping water with a fern, even though,
 had I my druthers, I'd be speeding through the sky for
 Stockholm, sipping a bloody mary with a wedge of lime.
 
 And so we sit one lonely afternoon sipping water
 together. The fern looking out of its fronds, and I, looking
 out of mine . . .
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