Saturday, August 6, 2011
"He's on the trail...my trail, looking down, in the sand, but not as yet looking up to see me, too attentive on the spoor, mine, and so I break out the camera to record this visit, no food on the grill yet, but thinking about it...and yet, my camp will be comfortable tonight with a campfire, no dark this far north as the sun spins around in a loop...above the horizon. Comfortable, yes, but will keep one eye open...and both ears in case this fellow comes around."
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