The Buick's windshield covered with heavy dew obscures our road in blurry wet shapes.  Up ahead--just to the left!--oh look, it's a coyote.  No, it's a fox.  Darn it, it's a blurry wet windshield reflection moving into tall waving grasses. Deep longing to know.  To bond with tan-red wild creature skulking into the sunrise.  To […]

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