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  • I wish I were a bird so that I could follow the autumn and be constantly in awe of the number of leaves that We can afford to lose every year. I would not follow the sunset but I would follow the Sunset Gazers. I would try to follow clouds but I do understand that that might result in a feeling of loss, unless I could watch it crack and release water, or ice, or something between the two. I would try to follow other birds but how do I know they are not following me, nearly an entire globe behind me? I could try and follow comets that have succumbed to earth’s pull (I understand the pull, it is the same pull that take some people to church and others to the mall). I could follow my shadow around the globe but shadows are even less reliable that the things that they take after. I might follow bullets and become the world’s most adept journalist, though birds cannot write and do not care much for politics. Though on second thought, that is a rather audacious claim. What do I know about the interests of my aviary neighbors? I might not follow anything but sheer desire. Do I need wings?
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