 Resting up from stretching wire and setting solid cedar posts, a sudden sense of longing cast a pall on idle talk, leaving gaps in conversation that were past the use of caulk. How's your brother, someone asked me, and I said, he's doing fine. And I sort of got to thinking, there's some others down the line that fit that category, for it's more than blood that ties as we share a fleeting moment between the mirrors of our eyes. Pen upsold, released from bondage,