A wizened man once told me, "I bought a basket. I put a box of bags in the basket. I put baking soda in the bags." His voice was frail, but his words were strong.
I changed my phone number today because of the heavy-breathing pervert who keeps calling and asking for sexual favors. We live in a disgusting society.
In this foul era, I remember the parable of the basket, and hold fast.
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