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Nettles and Gunsmoke



Doubled over.  Stepping gingerly through the nettles and the low-lying gunsmoke.  A chill on the morning, dew darkening the shin-high leaves, the bark.   Straightening up, arching back, pressing knuckles into flannelled kidneys.

– A sharp crack.

Scarlet jellied sneeze splashes the nettles.

Don’t lose a contact lens in the forest during hunting season.


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