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Wind sighs in the fragile 
beginning of day. Children 
still asleep in the teddy bear 
comfort of their dreams. 
Somewhere a dog intones 
its morning song. Voice 
mournfully howling at 
the indignity of its captivity. 
Outside world harshly 
coming to awareness, cars 
rattling on the outside street. 
Soon the children will wake. 
Demand the business of 
their lives as they prepare 
to go to school. We'll do 
the routine together and I'll 
wait patiently for them to 
flee the nest. When they are 
gone I'll draw the blinds 
and lock the doors. Drop 
all my clothing as if it were 
all the pretenses I owned. 
Freedom begins in being able 
to attack the world with 
my retreat.