| 9/14/2006 | ||||||||||
| And there, on the side of the road lay a somber trio of beating hearts. I mused at them momentarily, then scooped them up and continued on my way. By the end of the day I had added my own love to their collection, and I left the four of them beside that neverending strip of dark concrete. Perhaps others will follow suit, and will help those little hearts a bit further down that path toward the distant mountains. They will add their own hearts, and maybe someday the little dears will discover my city. But not on my watch. |
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