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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Winter woods



Alone. Following the path, sort of.
Icy streams. Slip. Fall. Covered in snow.
Meet some one. "Did you see the coyote??"
he says. "It was a big one. Almost cougar-like.
This time I'm carrying my gun."
Concealed, I see. Time to continue my journey.
In the opposite direction.



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