Monday, April 27, 2009

Fall 2008

You had to watch her and not just the cutting. She was hard to believe, but what had happened to her was unbelievable. What I really wanted was to save her. I got reported. I came back. I busted her out. I am still glad I did that. We went south in a car with hot air and spilled beer. She was covered with scratches. I could not get her off me. I woke up bruised with a crust of blood. She licked her snout and padded over. She licked my wounds. I held her until it was dark again.

(The autumn previous to this summer)

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