July 19, 2009 Houston by Bill Aspinwall You’re on a creek, no, a river, in the back of a canoe, hands full of paddle. Something about the Yukon, years ago. There’s a brief flickering in your peripheral vision. Or what? Wait, there it was again, some small, fluttering thing, off to the right. Maybe it was that shivering heap of wings, collapsing behind the pickup that just passed, a brief…
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