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June 26, 2005

From the Comments: Jim Parkinson

Phil waits on the levy and looks at the moon. There was once a time when the moon was a friend - a source of stories, marvel and wonder.

Now it hangs low in sky - huge and threatening - in a death dance with the Earth, spinning faster and faster around each other as they grow closer together. The earthquakes and tidal flows are worse every year. They say the collision will come in about five hundred years.

But for now Phil waits for the ebb tide so he can get to work. A man still has to eat.

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