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Wednesday, November 06, 2019

Empty, But...


I have not really done this for at least 7-8 months now, but last Sunday I did dig out on of my favorite old pipes, and have been carrying it with me in my pocket and have been gripping the stem in between my teeth when I am driving.  The bowl is EMPTY and devoid of gentle crumbles of pipe tobacco. But, it is for some reason, a bit comforting to me.  Strange, perhaps. 

It appears to be akin to a pacifier for me.  Hmm. I guess that makes some sense. 

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