One thought on ““Climbing For Jacob”

  1. The hallway light suicided. No nearby light but a sidewinder one-diode to find the three-step small ladder. I’d have rather find a rock upon which to lay my head and dream up an angel to fight than perch atop this rickety aluminum atrocious excuse for elevation. Now to thumb-unscrew the glass shield and pray it takes less time to insert the new bulb than it did to excavate the old. I said words over the old dead bulb.


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