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This is Sarah's family. Don't they look so normal? Throw catfood in the pond and the catfish come up for it, sweeping the surface with whiskers, mouths wide open. Mini the mini dog wades in not chasing fish but snapping up kibble. We walked across the corn field next door after lying around on the hilltop cemetery. Dessicated cobs with no kernels, was it insects, animals, birds, or microbes that ate it away? No, it was the machine. It was a nice, restful day. From one-lane dirt road bridge we saw in creek a plastic bag of deer remains. |
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