I hit an owl. The sky was dungaree blue, clinging to just enough light to maintain a horizon where the spikes of pine trees stood like arrows proclaiming, “This way to the exit.” I wasn’t driving all that fast.
Kathy Bradley: Owl-eyes spoke to me
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