28th
July
2014
Circling wind
From where I lay, the sound of light rain on the dome of our tent was relaxing. For the dog, not so much. His new position, between me and the door of the tent belied trepidation over the new sound. Only after being pushed out into a damper world did he understand the wisdom of waiting for the weather to pass.
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