Beautiful Day

Published: July 22, 2007, 10:23 pm

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It was a beautiful day and he was taking a walk, from the place where he lived to the place where he worked because it was a half hour he would gladly spend to enjoy the sunshine and the cool breeze that turned corners around the architecture and caressed people and pets alike. He was thinking about how nice everything looked and how he wished he had an artistic bone in his body that allowed him to capture it in a photograph or a painting or a poem. When people asked him what he thought of a particular movie or piece of art or song he always said, I'm an accountant, as if that absolved him of the responsibility of having an opinion about things. So the people who asked his opinion ceased pursuit of that line of questioning and made the private judgment that he was weird. It wasn't that he didn't have an opinion but he simply believed that he who cannot do must not judge' so he kept his opinions to himself and periodically regretted not having any artistic ability. As

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