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Kathy Bradley - Into the woods

Kathy Bradley - Into the woods

Kathy Bradley - Into the woods

Kathy Bradley


    On Sunday, I went to the woods. To get there, I had to walk along the edge of a just-plowed field, soft and uneven. At the back of the pond the field slopes sharply toward a creek that runs just beyond the property line, and my shoes began sinking into not-quite-mud. I ran to keep from being sucked in up to my ankles, gauging the size of the deer who had come before me by how far its hooves had sunk into the muck. The ground got solid again at the fencerow, barbed wire and rusted. I held it down ...


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