February Eyes

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Wrapped loosely in his dirty, green blanket, the kind that someone might have purchased years before from an army surplus store (and now worn way too thin for this chilly February morning), the man looked at me – his eyes engaging mine – and we spoke.
Actually, that’s not true.
Not at all.
Only he spoke. And just for a second at that

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Tom Zampino is an attorney in private practice in New York City who makes his home on Long Island. He and his beautiful and accomplished wife have raised two fantastic daughters, four cats, two dogs, and various other domesticated creatures over the past three decades. He formerly blogged at the Catholic Channel at Patheos.

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