There was a dying man in the road today when I went out looking for strawberries. Traffic was stopped. Someone was vigorously performing CPR on him. It occurred to me to pull over and help, but the ambulance was arriving as I approached and there were plenty of hands already there. I felt like he was already gone. A woman was kneeling beside him.
Change. Pieces are coming off. Peeling off in strips. Dropping off in chunks. And none to soon.
Now, there's a firefly against the glass, signaling me. Greenish-yellow lantern blinking its secret sequence.
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