They rose and wandered off, one by one, into the rain and dark. They reminded me of the elk I sometimes come across in the mountains just outside of town. As they left they moved slowly, deliberately, and carefully. I realized they search and pick their way through life, each looking for the next meal or drink—the next score. I watch as the last one of them stops just outside the big glass ambulance door. He digs through the garbage can, foraging for glass to recycle, hoping to trade it in for a few pennies or maybe a dollar. But this time there is none to be found. He shakes the rain from his
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