TRACKS IN JANUARY SNOW
Updated: Jul 9, 2020
I turn to head back inside pressing new steps into the snow different than the ones that brought me here
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See AllNot here. You fuckers cannot follow me here. His dad looked over his shoulder from the tailgate at Charlie, standing in the tall grass looking over the river, hands tucked into the top of his waders,
At first light I returned to where we had last seen blood. A sparkling sheen of frost on the fields, thin ice on standing water, and my breath hanging lazily in the air made the stillness feel full an
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