A Life Slipped Through the Cracks

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I dreamt of Robin, and when I awoke, I knew he was dead.

Robin was a man I knew for a season when I was 19.

We were never friends, though I would have been gladly that, and more, if he had given me the chance.

I hadn’t thought about him in at least twenty years, and here I was, googling him on my desktop first thing in the morning.

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