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2.11.2006 

Yesterday, a pair of howling voices in the dawn, not tame enough for dogs.


This morning, a flash of charcoal and honey across the trail, then another: and a jeweled instant of yellow eyes. A heart that shuttered sharp from introspective aching to awe. Good morning, god. Good morning, Coyote. Thank you.

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Discovered you via Chris Clarke.

Thanks for writing here. Thanks for writing anywhere you chose to write. Thanks for writing.

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