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Sitting in the library typing and reading and eating a candy bar as outside the window two cops escort a homeless man into the cruiser, in and out of the rain in handcuffs for being poor and yelling. I walked in smiling and this man was in the park echoing his words made from the madness of the starving who are chanting in sadness. And so it goes. But still, where do the wounded go? Heads down. I took a snap shot of them leaving. I went home tip toeing the lake, thinking, learning, growing, and really, it’s true, that walking in the rain and jumping in puddles is an underrated thing to do.
Adventures In American Writing 