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Sunday November 3rd 2013  Tim Candler


     I awoke a good four hours before the sun agreed to present itself. I felt remarkably vibrant, active and alive. Then while bouncing around in the pitch black, I heard a Barred Owl attempt an impression of a cudgeled Deer. A remorseless and horrible sound until he laughs.

      Sadly, eight hours later, the source of this morning's heightened sense of awareness has not yet presented itself.  And I can only imagine it belongs to a contrariness so often apparent in living things.  In the highway code, a State Trooper might call it "failure to yield."


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