A raccoon stole within eight feet. I spoke. He looked surprised to meet. That’s close enough, I think. He paused to reconsider whatever caused his route to run my way.
Author Archives: Joseph Carosella
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Bushwhack Boost
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Solstice Song
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Dry Ridge Trail
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Up in the air
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Just Right
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Poem: Letting Go
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