Looking out across the sky at those distant clouds, clouds whose cousins, sons and sisters last week smashed the Gulf Coast and left tens of thousands either hurting or dead, I start to daydream on purpose, to think of something else, some brighter day or better sunlit scene. My mind gathers itself enthusiastically to clamber over some new idea but the faces of the abandoned keep rising up and I can think on nothing else.
2 comments:
this is great
that brighter day ... did you get there?
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