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Irruption; Not for the World


  Irruption   At dawn today, the fog still slept on the river. The sun of a seemingly endless, Hadean heat wave had not yet broken through, so I drove to the launch for a paddle. Green herons, smart as sentries, patrolled one bank. A beaver sculled beside me, blasé, for a full forty yards, […]

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