Last night, I gave the dog back to her family. In the morning, two inches of wind-blown snow, and the yard unmarred by a single track.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Last night, I gave the dog back to her family. In the morning, two inches of wind-blown snow, and the yard unmarred by a single track.
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Nice. Evocative. There’s a story there.
Thanks. Yes, I guess there is. (I blogged all my dog-sitting tweets at Via Negativa.)