When I was a kid, my Aunt Gabe took me to Roger Williams Park in Providence. I've always thought about of Fanny, an elephant who lived chained in the elephant house. Round and round, no exit. She has always reminded me of my brother Terry, dead since 1977, who supposedly was "mentally ill", but actually was murdered by this world. Murdered by class and lack of love. Today, more than long gone Terry, watching this I am reminded of all we do not know, and of the beauty and grace of the same world.
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