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Maybe It Still Is

Posted by admin on January 1, 2020 in Birds, Musings, Remembrances, Travel, Vietnam War, Writing |

I climbed up there and demanded to be part of the action, and he complied. He wasn’t excited about it, but in the spirit, I suppose, of brotherhood and Semper Fi, he handed me the rifle. Its cold stock felt like manna in my hands.

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Dreaming of Tularemia

Posted by admin on September 9, 2011 in Musings |

Last night I had a dream about killing rabbits. Trails of coyote scat loaded with desiccated mesquite beans and the small bones of rabbits. Now that I try to recall the dream’s details, maybe we were hunting coyotes. The mood of the dream—you know how dreams have moods even when you don’t know what the […]

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