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walking
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across the narrow dirt road through the apple trees a blue jay's loud paired calls follow us overhead by the high wind-sounding creek under the one way rural rusted steel bridge we pass a wing-injured dragonfly flip flops erratically on the rock pile beside crimson blushed sugar maples a bloated white tailed doe stiff on her side lies thick in the tall brush in early black bear season a red vested hunter totes an unwieldy rifle along the path bigger than it seems he can handle |
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Janet Cannon |
