got an e-mail about volunteers needed to throw some sand bags around by the river. it might flood again tonight. i have a picture of it creeping up where it shouldn't be, but i don't want that to be my photo of the day.
these bags were filled by prisoners, and they came to help us stack them. there was a break at one point while we waited for more bags to arrive. everyone wandered to the river to watch it flow. but the prisoners were called back to their bus, away from us. the free people. i was sad that all they could do was stare as we did whatever we wanted. i'm so glad my sins don't have jail sentences. my pride can do more damage than a robbery.
am i philosophizing OUTLOUD?
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