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Michael Lockett
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in Clearfield, The United States
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September 2023
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“It feels lonely, left out in the cold. I long for the caw of crows in the treetops, a snap of a doe in the brush, a squirrel barking on a high branch to claim his turf. But nothing stirs. Nature’s no fool, I think. Not like man out here. But, then again, I reckon man’s the only creature to bury his own.”
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“It feels lonely, left out in the cold. I
long for the caw of crows in the treetops, a snap of a doe in the brush, a
squirrel barking on a high branch to claim his turf. But nothing stirs. Nature’s
no fool, I think. Not like man out here. But, then again, I reckon man’s the only creature to bury his own.”
― In the Cut
long for the caw of crows in the treetops, a snap of a doe in the brush, a
squirrel barking on a high branch to claim his turf. But nothing stirs. Nature’s
no fool, I think. Not like man out here. But, then again, I reckon man’s the only creature to bury his own.”
― In the Cut
“It feels lonely, left out in the cold. I long for the caw of crows in the treetops, a snap of a doe in the brush, a squirrel barking on a high branch to claim his turf. But nothing stirs. Nature’s no fool, I think. Not like man out here. But, then again, I reckon man’s the only creature to bury his own.”
― In the Cut
― In the Cut
“It feels lonely, left out in the cold. I
long for the caw of crows in the treetops, a snap of a doe in the brush, a squirrel barking on a high branch to claim his turf. But nothing stirs. Nature’s no fool, I think. Not like man out here. But, then again, I reckon man’s the only creature to bury his own.”
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long for the caw of crows in the treetops, a snap of a doe in the brush, a squirrel barking on a high branch to claim his turf. But nothing stirs. Nature’s no fool, I think. Not like man out here. But, then again, I reckon man’s the only creature to bury his own.”
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“This old Appalachia is like a big Noah's ark. I'd rather be on the inside looking out, than on the outside looking in.”
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“...She had a body running at warp speed with a brain chugging along at a putter.”
― In the Cut
― In the Cut
“It feels lonely, left out in the cold. I long for the caw of crows in the treetops, a snap of a doe in the brush, a squirrel barking on a high branch to claim his turf. But nothing stirs. Nature’s no fool, I think. Not like man out here. But, then again, I reckon man’s the only creature to bury his own.”
― In the Cut
― In the Cut
