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I'm walking Molly Sue down the dirt road coming back from the Memorial Loop earlier this week. I count 9, 10, 11 vultures circling overhead, and smell death, like a pile of gophers rotting in a greenhouse, and Molly Sue follows the smell thru some poison oak and I can see her in a patch of sunlight in a small clearing in the moss covered oaks. ( Read more... )