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2004 could only be described as the year of the armored dove. It was the year where that old Army recruitment advertisement about “an army of one” became true for ourselves, our friends, our allies, our enemies. No matter how you feel about the war, the Madrid bombings, the presidential elections, gay marriage, the Sudan and whether or not they know it’s Christmas in Africa, I can guarantee my thoughts on the subject are subtly different. It was a year where it was harder to love and yet we did because, after all, doves travel in flocks, even the junk-yard armored-plated ones...
My Christmas wish for this metal bird year is that the flapping of its cold, heavy wings have made us realize how warm it is when we hold each other. |
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