I had a long conversation
on the telephone
it was very long
but not at all tiring
we kept periods
one listened to the other
never got in between
it was interesting
I spoke with my maturity
nothing very high and wise
but a reflection of experience
the other end talked in his style
very sweet and inimical
raised his voice as though in an exclamation
spoke low as if in confidence
the whole hour went on 
I well into my late fifties
and he very much a year and a half
great was the time
lovely it was still more.
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