My sometimes-walking-home partner--who looks strangely like John Turturro in Barton Fink--and I discovered a hidden cache of almost ripe blackberries today. They're in a spot that's pretty sheltered from the wind and the worst of the cold, I guess, and somehow they have decided that now is the time. We capered in front of them briefly and then left them alone to finish whatever it is they have to do. It would have been mean to eat them.
A little farther down the road a man with a beard halfway down his chest lost his hat to the wind, and I caught it. I handed the hat back and he reached out to shake my hand. While we were shaking, I noticed a tiny braid hidden toward the left side of his beard.
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