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Day Two -- What I Hear
I've promised myself to just write ONE sentence per day. That can't be hard. Right?
It's funny, reading blogs you hear only the words of the writer. What you don't hear reading these words is the incredible noise behind me as my own two sons join forces with the neighbor boy to play a game that includes words like bam and torpedo and head shot and armor.
Yesterday it was easy to become enamored with the idea of sitting in silence reflecting on novel thoughts or important ideas. Boys were shouting outside in the sunshine instead of inside, avoiding the rain, being clean, dry soldiers. Yesterday I didn't have PMS or cramps or jangly nerves from noise and long lists and clock arms that fly instead of creep.
What do I have today? Today I have a picture of a perfectly round steel ball, brushed and polished, symmetrical -- round and yet firmly balanced. It looks so firm and perfect, cold to the eye and warm to the touch.
The photo was taken at the Navy Museum by my son who is fascinated by war.
It has something to do with killing other people.

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