mister was moving so slow i thought i saw my sad sack of a heart dragging along behind him. sara noticed and massaged him.
 

then d&d massaged mister. both of us moving in a sad way, walking like a sam beckett story, shuffling dirt, connected by a thick invisible fleshy rope, dragging one another along, sad dirge for the living earth, procession of lost animals. when our friends touched him i felt their touch too. we need some massaging along the way, sore in heart and limb.