18 August 2009. Gray morning. Eritrean youth in Stockton Avenue 7-eleven, behind the counter, just before eight. "A small coffee?" His slight smile, and then, after several weeks of visits, a subtle thumbs up as well. "Have a good morning."
Today--desert sands, a camel by request. Taking a close look--this ungainly lass. But the length of bone, and in-pulled hide, back legs splayed wide over padded feet. Narrow ridgebone of back line, wobbly knees. But wait until she walks, or begins to run. Kneeling, even. The essence of a certain kind grace. Forelegs tucked under chest and neck, head up, outstretched in eager gesture. All attentive. Then she rises. Hump up first, forelegs follow, a few gingerly steps. This nimble balancing...
As forever...
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