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1. The transition: I,  like many have gone through so many a transition. I've taken in so many faces and commanded that my mind remember each and every nuance of the subtle joy and pain that I feel when I've glimpsed into anothers eyes. And no matter how many faces, how much laughter I take in there is never a way to fill the hole in my heart, for the river is deep and the flow is long and ever changing. 
2. The remedy in short term fashion:  denial.
3. The end of the story :  too long ago ...... too far apart..... she couldn't wait another day for the captain of her heart (DOUBLE) 
4. And so I continue . I press my face to the steamy glass to see the china that lines the walls that once graced the tables of love and trouble and joy and heartache. And I open the door and search for postcards and love letters and sure enough ...... I find them. 
5. But never my own. 
6. Fried green tomatoes....... many a southerner swears by them. The cornmeal , the fat , salt and pepper takes you there to a place where satisfaction lies in the belly of the oppressor. 
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