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Outside my window, past the razor wire and fence, lies a ridge. A quartet of blue jays and a woodpecker live in the scrub oaks on the left. A chorus of cardinals and a hawk inhabit the explosion of evergreens on the right. Occasionally the hawk presents himself for a show, gliding in graceful circles, executing rolls and dives no human pilot can ever duplicate. I point out the trees and birds to my friend, but he can’t see them. All he can see is the fence that tightens daily around his world.
How sad it is to see only the fence and miss the beauty of the moment.

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John

CLF member at incarcerated in Oklahoma

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