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Saturday December 31st 2011    Tim Candler

      The last day of 2011 turned out blissful in parts.  Temperature soaring into the fifties (Fahrenheit).   Sunshine and those sorts of things that should make a person smile.  But Willow saplings have apparently been savaged, and it's possible those creatures with the smaller hoof and the big soft ears are venting a little deliberate spleen. 

     But I imagine them wandering through the dusk, looking for that certain flavor, because I know the feeling.  It's ice cream. or chocolate.  Sometimes I'd kill for an orange, a cigarette or a large pork chop. And the Artist was right as usual, I should have built a stockade before even considering planting Willow out there.

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