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Sunday, December 02, 2001

Trees, Darkness, Cold, Death

I'm looking out at the woods across the tracks. It gets dark early this time of year, never really gets light, and the trees are fading into the sky. One cold morning two or three years ago, I watched two men carry a third out of those woods on a stretcher. The third was no longer living and so, I suppose, no longer a man. I don't know how he died alone in those woods, but if he did it himself, it wouldn't be much of a surprise.


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