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Sometimes gliding during the day looking out of my window theater, a narrow slit at the back of a cell, three inches wide and three feet long, I saw what the red-tail hawk. I battled the demons blocking and kicking him and screaming. I cherished the buzzards, turkeys, and deer, wild dog coyote, the snakes, and mocked doves. I see spiders sparring in the window seals. Sometimes I see my past in the window's theater. Even after four decades in prison, not one day goes by without me hating myself for the life I'd took. Sometimes I strain my big toe kicking the walls and my dreams. Why, was I chosen to kill and not be killed? I get up from my bunk, broken with remorse and sorrow, and I wonder when is enough enough. Here where I must live every moment and breath, and every breath in every moment. Here in my window theater at night, I dream of ruby painted toes. Isn't it enough you keep me away from people I could surely help? From clean water, nutritious food. Isn't it enough you keep me away from family and frien