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InterChapter #8
DuckBoy talks to the Paca who has wandered thru these climes for years. "I carry my weight and move on. It is a trek but worth taking. Sometimes the rocks hurt and sometimes my soft paws crack, tears roll down my furry cheeks and hit the hard earth. Sometimes the cold wind blows thru my fur and chills my bones so much I think I will die. And then the sun appears and warms me and the waterfall slakes my thirst and I meet travellers who say kind things and pet me with their caring...you never know what is around the corner..a crash or a caress, a rockslide or a meadow for grazing....do you have it in you?" DuckBoy wishes he had a mirror. Something about a Nico song..."all tomorrow's parties"... |
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