i
In the earliest morning there
are winged creatures small as a fraction of a speck. They land and flutter and live with me. It is amazing how quickly I become attached to
them as living creatures and tremble if I cause them harm. Life always acknowledges life and its degree
measures our humanity. I shudder at the shallowness of Americans. Life is now measured only by the singularity
of i.
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