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June 29, 2006

100 Words: Thing of Beauty

Filed under: Prose — crcb @ 11:28 pm
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I was clearing the yard of branches and rocks when I found a dead squirrel under the honeysuckle. His paws were curled like a child’s in sleep, and his hide sparkled with blue and green flies. I covered my hands in gloves and plastic bags, then picked him up by the tail. He was light and stiff, like a model built out of fabric and wire. I dropped the carcass in a trashbag which I tied in a tight knot, then disposed of it in the outdoor garbage can. Death can be beautiful, I thought. But then, I hate squirrels.

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  1. I thought I’d leave a comment, letting you know I have added your website to my list of daily reads. Very good site

    Comment by jtintle — July 2, 2006 @ 4:31 am | Reply

  2. Thank you very much! I haven’t been able to post in a few days because of family issues, but I hope to get back on track tomorrow.

    I’ve only had a chance to glance at your Space Photos site, but those are some fascinating images!

    Comment by crcb — July 2, 2006 @ 9:37 pm | Reply


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