All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you.
But first they must catch you; digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning. Be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed.
-Richard Adams, Watership Down.
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Saturday, October 1, 2011
Blog Entry 3 Week 5 - Trees
The trees are a crown on the skyline. Skeletons standing. We walk like prisoners do and listen, the leaves are all underfoot, and the dirt is on our shoes. We skirt corners of cliffs and hazard over rocks and bones in the dirt. Sometimes by bones are chewtoys, left by Coyote-theifs. The woods say nothing and we pass the tree that had been lightning-struck more than once as we go around. Clouds rumble, it starts to rain. We return home.
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