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I felt sorry for everyone. For men, for roosters, for dogs. A person I hadn't seen in years walked up and said, "Breathe, just breathe. We're here. We exist." And that sort of started it. I slept under bridges, on park benches, out in the woods. You can't imagine it if you haven't been there. Birds and humans got mixed up in my mind. This is the eye of a woman who participated. At first I didn't register what it could be. There was just one clue - a guard box with a soldier with a rifle on his shoulder.