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The Pot of Gold

After months of snow, the thaw arrived as if the weather knew we needed to leave the house. The ice melted into the creek adding riffles around the boulders and the fallen log. The spring rains added puddles in the field of melting snow. Clouds rolled over the pines and sunlight refracted in the ice. Steam rose up from the meadow. The air outside made my arms shiver. Yet, I left my coat inside. It felt…

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A Cure for Diabetes

Thomas reached for the honey and then the cinnamon. Mary claimed combining the two would result in a diabetes cure. Anything to keep Mary happy. His scores slowly climbed up the scale based on the four recent blood tests. It almost became a given: his sugar scores would go up and he would be that much closer to taking insulin. Oh, his kidneys now excreted protein. When does this disease take over and I can…

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A Split Second Too Late

Miles played with the lens ring waiting for a moment of light to stream across his viewfinder. Presently, he was sitting on a precipice overlooking the Yosemite Valley waiting for Horsetail Fall to light up red like fire. And it seemed everyone had the same idea. He pushed out a bit farther in an attempt to feel closer to El Capitain. The February winter wind blew up the canyon buffeting his face. He decided his…

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Some Apricots Please

“We’re all out of bananas.” “Do you have any plums?” “Out of those too.” “What do you have?” “I personally like the apricots.” “Some of those then.” “What?” “Some apricots.” “Oh, we’re all out of apricots.” bd22d8a7dc9c1fb4 Other Writings You May Like March 31, 2017 Scribble A Salesman at the Outdoor Expo on the Virtues of Maple Syrup Scouting for the Cook Take a Bath, Already!

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A Splash of Red

A splash of red Against a green canvas An orange center invites pollen spread A splash of red Attracts honeybee and aphid A well of nectar overflowing bodice A splash of red Against a green canvas Other Writings You May Like What We Have Here is a Failure to Communicate Twilight Settled Around the Texas Spoon The Gardener Longs for Spring Tetractys Bamboo Freewrite

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An Obvious Secret

A Conversation “She really doesn’t know?” “I haven’t had time to tell her.” “Don’t you think she’d like to know?” “It’s not like I’m keeping a secret. I need to time it right.” “I would think the moment you’re gone she’ll know something’s up.” “I doubt she’ll even care.” “Is it possible you’ve already let her know?” “I don’t think so.” “Maybe, the wedding ring has given it away.” “This thing? Well, yeah, maybe.” Other…

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The Harriers Set Off the Road

The harriers set off the road We followed with no regard for our thirst Alfalfa and cow pies in fields mowed The hounds all angling to be first We followed with no regard for our thirst Despite the seed tickling our throats The hounds all angling to be first The wet of water seemed remote Despite the seed tickling our throats We ran on in the heat The wet of water seemed remote To find…

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Buddy, The Rottweiler, and Charlie, the Dachshund, Find a Snack

A Conversation “It’s really only a matter of time before they take that away.” “Nah, they don’t even see me.” “They seem to know when you’re into something you’re not supposed to be in.” “It’s the silence. Go make some noise. Scratch your crotch or something.” “It doesn’t itch.” “Don’t just stand there watching me. Go somewhere else.” “I can’t. It’s so fascinating.” “In what way?” “How you can get that whole thing in your…

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A Salesman at the Outdoor Expo on the Virtues of Maple Syrup

A Conversation “You should live in Vermont.” “Why would I want to do that?” “Vermont is a nice place for wildness.” “Nine months of snow, two months of mosquitoes, and only two tolerant months.” “There’s all the maple syrup you can eat.” “I don’t even like pancakes.” “Maybe you should try a stack with some real maple syrup.” “You know what I do with my maple syrup now?” “No.” “I buy a bottle every three years…

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The Ely Pass Accident

When I was in college, I was driving across Nevada around Christmas and hit a cow with my car. I wasn’t driving too fast, but I managed to come out of a cloudy valley onto a pass and there was a herd of cows in the roadway keeping warm. Since I was driving pretty slow, I managed to weave the car between the standing cows and most of them ran away. However, there was one…

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