This morning I was trying to cross the city to get to the Quaker Meeting.

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The doors were locked, so I sat outside. I was planning/looking-up what I would say in German when they opened. I thought:

I got lost.
I ran late.
But I just kept coming.

Then i thought, no, I should save that for my epitaph.

  

I thought I'd walk through the park on the way home. 

But it was a cemetery.

Well dressed people were tending the graves and reading to headstones (I didn't take a photo).

There was a dumpster angel.

And one who'd turned her back.

 

And in the far corner, past the couple making out, there was a testament to our ability to bomb people.

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