In the woods bordering wetlands I came upon entrails: quite fresh by what I could tell, although perhaps I ought to remember that the freshest fish I've ever seen has at least a day between my seeing it and the sea, most likely more. Crows and a vulture circled overhead, calling, annoyed that I'd forestalled their feast. They'd not yet touched the
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