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III. Bait
Posted By Scott at 2/03/2020 1:57 PM

The heron plucked a fish from the water. 



“No snail for her tonight” thought Old Crow.

“I wonder how long until winter arrives?” Ghost asked Old Crow.

Old Crow could feel the chill in his bones already. 



“Not much longer now.”

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