Walking from work I spot an elderly man--he isn't that old, but it's weird having somebody in town sitting outside the gate everyday just observing--sitting on a plastic chair in front of a gate. The road I am following separates two lanes of houses. The man is on the left lane and not far from him, there are several children playing. In one group of children, I can clearly hear one child telling another, "Go to your home, you refused to play with us, go back to your home." What this child was saying reminded me just how complicated children's relationships are. I am sure the next time they meet, they would have buried the hatchet. My focus...
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