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March 19, 2011
We deal everyday. Whether we know it or not. The gig was set up a long time ago. All bets are laid and accepted regardless. The dealer never sleeps. He's a pro. Players come and go. No one thinks twice about the flow. Perhaps it's better that way. Regret comes hard for those who care, for those who stoop to dare beyond the hand dealt. What's to say? Nothing really. Prizes vary. Outstretched hands are consistent. Makes for smooth establishments of the game wherever, whoever, however. Rising, decayed sediments convey a sense of history for those who need to mourn.