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through the gates, in july, something different

Posted on July 25, 2012 by

you step through three gates of trees expecting to see something different and you always do today, a turkey almost to the end of the boardwalk through the swamp, just before a stream-bed that’s mostly mud with the one big … Continue reading →

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