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  Rabbit fur stuck on the gravel road, the wind opens up the soft down. Here a coyote ate beside a deep north-blown snow dune, a relic from the storm. I pass each morning and watch the small patch of fur and dried blood shrink like a hand that sinks out o


from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
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