Earlier, walking the dog in the autumn chill, I heard a gang of geese flying overhead. They appeared from the tree tops above,
chattering in a baker's dozen, reminding me, of all things, of Team Cinzano in that old movie, Breaking Away--a small in-group of cycling pros cruising by on their ultra-llght bikes--they chat to each other as the amateurs cheer, ragtag, on the side of the road.
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