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  • San Francisco in the late 80’s. We see two people walking down a café- and tree-lined street to the big band sounds of Duke Ellington and Miles Davis. The sidewalk glitters in the afternoon light. The auto traffic is taking an afternoon siesta. She hands him a letter that had been folded inside a book. He reads it and smiles a smile as wide as the street, nearly wide as the day itself. He folds the letter and puts it in his inside jacket pocket, the one next to his heart. A moment later it begins to flutter and, having become a bird, takes flight.

    On its new wings, it makes wide circles in the sky.
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