The agreeable eye

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At the coffee shop

Forgot Easter is tomorrow. A gaggle of families carried four outsize crosses (not sturdy enough to bear human weight, but strong enough for faith I dare say) in the direction of the river. A few minutes later, a fifth cross scurried down the sidewalk to catch up.

Or so it seemed from the coffee shop.

I am reading Sir Thomas Browne’s essay on dreams.


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