Month: December 2014

Life is full of little ironies. One of which is that the art of getting lost is now fast becoming a lost art itself. It used to be that a person could go out darn near anywhere and in the space of an hour or two become well and truly…

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 ‘Twas the night before deer season and all through the house, I lay in bed snoring, along with my spouse. The battery socks were hung by the chimney with care, The boots and hunting clothes, just thrown in a chair. License and stamps affixed to the back, In hopes of…

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