a piece of this here kit-kat bar

i have some writings that are recent. this is just a fraction of a fragment … or is it the other way ’round? No matter.

this piece was written on the topic of < friends :: on having them, having enough, having just enough, not enough, and so on >

and prompted by an entirely personal event that i may share on here soon since i’ve found that the less you keep in, the better you feel (drumroll, please) ::

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I have strange news that I want to share with you, with anyone I consider near, dear, close, involved, and .. and & but, I don’t have many of those anymore. Which is by design, of course. I do not need nor do I truly want a small army of troops to call upon when I think of “friends ///, I feel (and have always felt( far more comfortable in the foxhole next to three or so men, our faces covered in mud, admiring the small tears in our various fabrics while we each remain alert to every sound, every leaf that rattles. in efforts to protect us, ourselves, self, and all three or four – it’s a place that you can tell your dark stories, bitter secrets, passing judgements, sound of the crying heave, and express the humor and giggles required to get you & you all, through the war, or maybe just one night. ]