Tuesday, January 4, 2011 at 06:35AM The dog starts to walk away, leaving me in the river, shooting. I call to her and ask her why she's leaving; I call her back and she is willing but wary and walks away. At the moment she turns her back on me, bits of sleet hit my face. Danger comes, the road when it closes can stay blocked for weeks, and it will close tonight. We go South. Reluctantly.
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