I was at some kind of party in
Portsmouth. Some marbles were lying on the ground and I gathered up three or four of them. I wanted to play marbles with someone. The ground seemed made of concrete, and I thought it would be better if it were made of sand, but I thought it would still be satisfactory for playing. The problem was that I was the only one who had any marbles.Finally something else caught my attention. I saw a multi-colored bird fly on top of the head of a man who was wearing a hat. From there the bird flew to the top of a pole. But the bird had difficulty flying, because its feet were tied with ribbons and a piece of wood. The bird tried to tear off the ribbons with its beak, and finally succeeded. The bird was once again able to fly, and took off. I felt happy when I saw it.
I thought about Walls and thought he was here. I would like to talk with him. After so many years, I still thought he was my best friend, and I would like to tell him so.
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