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Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Pernoctation

It's three in the morning, cold and clear and bright. I startle eight boars that grunt and run shoulder to shoulder across the field into the woods. I recite the names of the seven major stars of Orion. An owl hoots in a tree. A star falls. I make a wish and go home to this.

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