I am walking in this cool Spring morning on the banks of the wide, rock strewn Congaree, dozens of turtles basking in the sun, Indian Pink (spegelia marilandica) in full bloom all along the way, it's flowers like trumpets, spectacular red on the outside and yellow in the inside.
Miraculous creatures are walking and running along beside, in front of and behind me. It is a celebration of the breathing of air, the perception of eyes and ears and skin and the moving of muscles and bone.
Yesterday, at the Boston marathon, a bomb killed 3 people and injured 170. There were amputations
of legs.
How dare they.
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