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The Fire that Could Have

My time in the city was reasonably well spent. I saw a couple of friends I wanted to see, and ran into two others less deliberately but no less delightfully. I am also caught up on my blog and uploaded … Continue reading

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Strange Stories in my Head

I finished the tin box root cellar below the floor before I even had breakfast. Then I ate some cereal, for I was getting light-headed and dizzy from lack of food. You would think I have more than enough food … Continue reading

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A Stormy Day with the Mad Trapper

The storm the radio had been threatening me with came last night. It began yesterday afternoon, but when I woke this morning there was at least seven inches of snow on the ground, which means travel is slightly more difficult. … Continue reading

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