Moist, life springs forth, neither plant nor animal. I hunt on the forest floor, nose to the ground, with the old dog.She complains, I’m too slow for her, yet she can barely manage a step.Quarry spotted, careful approach, I set up,The heavy scent of damp earth calms me.I take the shot, no lives lost, enjoy […]
Another world — TasView
Revolver Boots 
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