Venerable Deer Hunters everywhere in this great state are now picking their beer trees along with their apples and sugar beets. Orange and camouflage is disappearing from the shelves and the ritual beards have begun to itch....just like fingers on a trigger. All different disciplines of work stops, young gents are free from the confines of public school. November 15 is soon approaching....hey where's my orange collar?
2 comments:
You have a wonderful prose. I love it. A great narrator. Thanks for finishing my story so well. I liked the "recesses of the satchel" part. I didn't forget your comment. I have a lot of activity but was all the time telling myself: I can't forget that wonderful comment. Thanks for coming.
Thanks Lorenzo,
I very much enjoy your photograpy as well...If I had the time I could write a short story for most of them :-) Most photography is, well, just a picture to me...yours captures a frozen moment in time.So nice when life is so busy.
Thanks so much!
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