Tuesday, March 3, 2020

12,606. BY THE END OF NIGHT IT WAS MORNING

BY THE END OF NIGHT 
IT WAS MORNING
As simple as all that too. Gargantua
had come home, and the make-peace
statues were newly in place. I too was
going home again, and it all seemed
peaceful and wise. There wasn't
much to be said, and a morning
shift was beginning : The guy I
knew, Randy, who worked at the
zoo, was just leaving his front
walk. 'Hey, Randy,' I said. 'Hey,'
he said back. I wondered if he 
looked forward to work.

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