fiction
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No honor is lostin accepting defeat. What kind of person endures such misery,then plans to return a few days later? Everyone has something that grounds them: a rocker on the front porch,a window overlooking the garden,a shelf of Kerouac and Hemingway. His solace is the inner gorge. Breaking camp before dawn,he trots to the trailhead.…
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This story is not my own.My friend’s uncle’s brother-in-law’s cousintold my friend, and they told methis story that I am telling you.So I can’t vouch foraccuracy or veracity,but I can say that,in my humble opinion, it isone of the better stories I’ve heardin the last few years.Once upon a time—no.Long ago and far away—no.It was…
Desert Dweller 