I've been having strange dreams about the Potomac river. Sometimes I'm floating down it on a log, other times I see a man fall into a pit of teeming water mocassins. Then, when I wake up, I think of that day Clint and I took pictures along the river. We thought it would be a good idea to throw sticks at a snake curled up in the limbs of an
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