07/21/08
As Seabiscuit stands motionless watching me do stretching exercises at dawn’s early light, I wonder what is going through her brain. What can all those ridiculous gesticulations mean? Such a strange and unfamiliar creature I must be.
She, like me, has time to observe. She tied to a tether, me to an island in the middle of the sea. She cuts the grass finer than any lawn mower, fertilizing at the same time. She is a true Green Machine, albeit with a strong basenote. She has a purpose in my world, which is probably not apparent to her, as she goes about trying to stay alive. Do I in hers? Probably so as I go about trying to stay alive.
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