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Last night, when I imagined the quantity of acid-free paper My editor and I have consumed, over the past 18 years, I was amazed to find where I arrived When I laid each page that's run through our laser printer, End to end to end, And used each sheet as a stepping stone, to advance me To any number of somewheres beyond St. Louis —
Each leaf of white paper, 11 inches long, Times one 500-sheet ream, equals 458 linear feet, Multiplied by 2 reams every 20 days, equals 36 reams per year, Which protracts into 16,488 feet, Approximating into 3 miles, per year, Times the 18 years my editor and I have worked together, Equals 56 as-the-crow-flies miles.
And when I consulted a map, using its legend, I discovered that the only destination 56 miles away From my exact location was Farmington, Missouri, That rural refuge that nourished my flourishing artistic soul, Where, in 1969, I purchased an old home, In which I (and, for a time, my wife and children) would live For 18 years.
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