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2011-12-26 - 9:58 p.m.

hiking alone.

there was a thin skim of ice caught in the weeds along the water's edge, and the light was falling fast. duck hunters were out on the river. a tree i used to climb had split and fallen like a gnarled hand.

deep in the woods, i found a pine decked out with garland and christmas ornaments.

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reading: a biography of alice james.
listening to: wqxr.
working on: laundry.
in the garden: bittersweet and red twig willow.

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