In Wilcox, I run Harriet in the parking lot of the Motel 6. I am afraid to take her into the brush. There might be rattlesnakes. Patrick wants a picture of it, though. We walk out together, and, instead of stepping on a snake, I step on a cow poop. I see no cows. But there is a lot of poop.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Wilcox
In Wilcox, I run Harriet in the parking lot of the Motel 6. I am afraid to take her into the brush. There might be rattlesnakes. Patrick wants a picture of it, though. We walk out together, and, instead of stepping on a snake, I step on a cow poop. I see no cows. But there is a lot of poop.
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