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Sunday, September 25, 2011


May came in.  Sweet and green, hauling shadows.  Vin would leave right after dawn.  Kate would call, and they would speak of it, or they wouldn’t.  Either way, in the afternoons, Becca walked.
            Sometimes she took her camera out.
            Sometimes she walked too far.
            Sometimes she would see the tip of the tail of a wolf.  Or of a shadow.

4 comments:

Wendy said...

Ooooh, I like that very much!

Mandy said...

What a great photo to go along with this. Your work-in-progress posts are some of my favorites.

Serena said...

nice...i love the hidden faves

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