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Pixel Q. refuses to talk about himself. If thou wishest, thou may infer from his blog what thou wishest.

Ten Sunrises

mountains and tree range during golden hour

My uncle once said, “how many more times am I going to see you? Ten?” I’d never considered the finitude of that relationship. Within a few years, his brother, another uncle of mine, died. He was 54. I saw him…