Early Sentinels

Day 35. 5:30 a.m. The dogs and I waited for an hour; from behind the south wall if windows, six eyes scanned the moonlit snowscape for movement. Elvis huff-woofed three intermittent times, but the only animal that I saw pass through was a medieval, cloud horse that drifted east underneath the waning, crescent-eyed moon.

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A one-generation-off-the boat demi-Sicilian.
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