Hidden things.
We interrupted a herd of deer at the entrance to the park. Fog spread through the forest and dusk settled in. We snapped grainy pictures. Then we went home and made an immense pot of turkey soup and listened to Japanese composer Shigeru Umebayashi. And I paid Seth a million dollars to use the photo he took of me, and I put it at the end of my blog post.
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