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Those Rainsoaked Hills
Posted by Craig Steiger
I go out awalking with only a loose & approximate goal, I sally forth into the glorious rainsoaked hills pleased to be on any path at all, cowpath, gamepath or old unmarked trails, let's see where this opening leads, deershit glistens under the shabby oak trees, just to be lost in the hills on a day as this! sky spritzing on my black umbrella, slogging through gullies slogging through sudden shallow coldwater swamps, boots sucked in muds, pantcuffs wet, near the summit the wind was crashing high against itself, a roaring without trees, a close view of loose clouds rushing, umbrella blown inside out: the happiest man alive.
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