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I write this voice card while the great Archipelagoan guru John Cartan peacefully sleeps in my humble abode in Los Osos. Outside, the herons and egrets have gathered off the bay to catch a glimpse of this great Aereoditic figure after their own soaring hearts.
I didn't have the courage to tell the poor creatures that John came to my door Thursday night (it is now Sunday morning) dragging his great albatrossian wings behind him in sorrow over his love, Dionne. (Perhaps if there is a motto in this story, it is never to fall in love with someone who has the same name as a great Motown star; that thus leaves out all the Smokeys, Arethas, and Dionnes in this world, but, on the other hand perhaps that is the wrong conclusion to make; i.e., to fall into the pit of the dreaded post hoc ergo fallacy - but I, as usual, digress).
In the couple of days that John has been here I have tried to cheer him up with various diversions - walks, movies, Hearst Castle, Chinese food - all to no avail. Just when he seems to be perking up and his wings begin to stretch, a cloud covers his face and he falls back into his nest of heart-brokenness.
Friends, I implore to all of you Archipelagoans of gentle cheer, in this issue we must do our best to cheer up our poor, aereoditic friend, sweet John.
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