Tuesday, February 10, 2009

After the Sound of the Train

There is always, it seems, a squirrel outside my office window. Sometimes a cardinal. Sometimes a time. That’s how the ball bounces and how the wind blows. That’s how the trees bend and how the bread smells when in the oven for just the right amount of time. Like a card trick, sort of.

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