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Thursday, April 14, 2016

Because of the color of the wheat fields


...it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. 
I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. 
-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry



"Oh, it's him", I said interrupting the conversation, and getting the door.
He walked in, more confused than impressed, and asked, "How did you know it was me? You didn't even see who it was. I could've been a murderer." The other people in the room agreed nodding their heads; apparently no one had heard him trying to open the door.
My immediate answer was "It just sounds different when you unlock the door."
But instead I said, "I just knew."