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My occupation now, you ask? I herd ducks at night by flashlight, when the moon's eye is cracked open and peeking down. I tag the fowl and set them free, back into the lake to flutter away again, like the night before. 

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You're right. 

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I am not alone. 
None of us are on a night like tonight, the fourth of July. 
The day we're able to do what we do right now reasons, leaves dropping, all of them fireworks flaring memories with the weather and flooding flashlights being our fowls’ favorite fearing memories to pass down in honor and hope for a safer future. Just as we desired freedom to form our own nation into a governed commercialism celebrating peace, money in the pocket book expressed as colorful kites on any given fourth of July.