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I lay prone in the dirt of an Idaho mountainside, gravel digging into my elbows. I watched a puff of dust dissipate in the distant air, 1120 yards across the gorge. A voice came from behind me. “Just beneath his feet and behind him. Come up twelve and hold right for wind.” Said Joseph, in... Continue Reading →
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It was the day of the family reunion, back in the summer of 1984, and we were having a picnic on the village green. Everyone had shown up; all the uncles and aunts, all the cousins, grandma and grandpa, everyone. It was absolutely marvelous. I love those big Italian get-togethers, they’re full of laughs and... Continue Reading →
When I was halfway through this book I already knew I wanted to read it again; it's that good. Please note my use of a semicolon there, because among the many writing tips I got from the master on the mountaintop was the directive to make the semicolon my friend. We'll see how it goes,... Continue Reading →
The helicopter’s blades thup-thup-thupped steadily as the small yellow machine flew low over the forest. The morning sun gave a coniferous green glow to the trees that spread in all directions like a bristly shag rug.
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