Monday, February 13, 2012

Blunt Force Winds--excerpt IV

Running fast down the smooth trail, I began looking up at the trees and the sky feeling the wind blow through my hair. I loved the smells of the rotting wood of the Adirondack forest ravaged by the “Big Blowdown of 1950”; and on this day, at this time, I was flying, I was happy, I was a gale blowing through my beloved Adirondacks.
            Then, I was lost…

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