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subscribein the late afternoon
Wednesday, May 17
Turning a corner, I hear a steady chop-chop-chop in my right ear, and I turn to see a six year old boy... no wait, before that I see a five foot silver and black sword hitting a bush. That's right. Then I take a closer look. I see a six year old in long sleeve style pajamas (in the afternoon of an Austin summer) 'weilding' the sword. Now, of course, my first reaction is to hear my inner-voice say 'niiice!', but I feel a twinge of concern until I see his entire family, uncles and aunts and such, standing on their porch and yelling "He's trimming the bushes!" with glee. Then, I knew it was all alright. That was one pretty sweet sword.
