Yesterday, that girl and I took an hour-long walk near
the Jefferson River. We had hoped to
find some antlers recently shed by the local deer, but found none. Instead, we chased-up dozens of Canada geese
and skirted around a pair of sandhill cranes.
The cranes called out incessantly—their creaking splitting into echoes along the edge of the river. I have posted a photograph of the sun so that
you can feel the warmth of the afternoon.
--Mitchell
Hegman
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