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the Eye of the Beholder (continued) In retrospect, the event of the little porch became a metaphor in my mind for all the change that goes on around us which is unexpected and beyond our control. Recently "developers" came to that area which had been designated as "scenic" and which had been untouched in many ways since Revolutionary times, forcing newness on the old, carving up the woodland habitat which was the home of a family of black bears, and a number of other creatures. The beautiful girl who lounged in the kitchen is gone now too -- with the phoebes, with the porch, with the woods, with the country lane, with the quiet and peace. And the fine orange cat, advanced in age, and having experienced the loss of so many things, now looks upon vanishing meadows... and remembers. page: 1 | 2
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