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again, the blind

sitting on my couch today, reading my walls. through my window i can see my car parked on the street. a blind man walks down the sidewalk in front of my house frequently. i saw him coming today. he took a wrong swerve and headed straight for the back of my car. he hit it. i felt awful, partly for him, but partly because i was so worried about whether he scratched my precious 1964 dodge dart. he put his hands out on the right tailfin. then stood for a few seconds. then his hands moved down to the brake light. he began tracing his fingers inside the concentric circles of the molding. he felt his way down and across the bumper and back, a smile on his face the whole time. it was too much. so good.