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Dave BontaContemplative

Gray sky, the smell of rain. Two insomniac screech owls exchange trills. The low-frequency thumps of a grouse. An enormous silence.

August 26, 2008

The hollow sound of claws on loose bark: another furious squirrel chase, this time in the dead elm. The chaser pauses to lick its genitals.

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