Rumbling and clattering along the roads near my house to find and empty my trash bin in the predawn darkness, the garbage truck sounds like the arrival of all-out war. Having awakened only a minute before the arrival of the truck, I step outside and watch the truck—a mobile collection of unreasonably bright lights—thunder and strobe away though the scattered timber collected on the low hills surrounding me.
Both here and at my cabin, I
strove to maintain a quiet presence.
This is my biggest failure in that.
—Mitchell Hegman
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