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Tall tales and poems in a secret mountain valley.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
No-name Creek in winter
John said, it ain't got no name. So No-Name Creek it is, folding into the Blackwater at the edge of the Blue Ridge.
Husband cleared it out for a 'park', where the someday horse will ride.
Running clay tonight.
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