Thursday, January 6, 2011
My house is empty except for me. I am going through withdrawal. I park on the wharf at dusk and watch the birds and families on the beach. A large flock of soldiers run along the recreation trail, dozens and dozen, running smoothly without any effort. I wonder if they know how lucky they are to be able to run.
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