Christmas Eve

potato_eatersOn Christmas eve in our neck of the woods, up towards the industrial compound, east of the wye on the tracks, south of the dark spruce forest that the woodpewckers have fled, there were packs of dogs barking. I ran through the gate with my bat in hand.

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