29 March 2011. Sun, spring...
A young couple in the copystore--preparing elaborate map of the Appalachian trail--they're planning a walk, six months or so, Georgia to Maine. A Southerner, Glen by name--"from east of Nashville," and his lady friend, who whose home would seem to be here--Gathering of the Tribes, just down the street... Their excitement about the venture, animated by subtle gestures back and forth--a standing on the toes, a movement of the hand...
Her drawings--Mr. and Mrs. Fox--their same young selves, simple lines, now imagined with foxes' heads--quite natural, I'd say--appealing as well. A kind of truth--
His wiry hair, blond, pulled back, down vest, bright eyes. A gentleman (he calls me "Sir"...) in long grey coat, on a tall horse, sixteen hands, dark brown--the year 1863...
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