The Gate
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
THEY did not know each other, but they each walked to a distant gate. There was an old woman who had picked three coffee beans in a state forest. There was a middle-aged man who had taken two cucumbers from somebody’s garden. There was a woman accused of slander because her complaint had been published in the town’s afternoon newspaper.
They walked from their distant corners, and when they arrived at their respective gates, the gatekeepers i
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