Saturday, October 10, 2009

swimmers, peace, hawk

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Dialogue in an antique shop in Rye packed with junk. Man enters shop. He looks hungry. The shop owner, an old man with a high pitched voice, replies to the shopper's silent question: "Nothing military. Absolutely nothing. Zilch." Still silent, exits the shopper with military interests.
Over the Grove flies a sparrow hawk. It is looking for something upon which to swoop.

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