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October 04, 2012

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Sarah Williams

Lovely story, Paul, and thank you. I love how wild things lead us home, and especially love this story, having seen my first elk this summer. The first part reminded me of the tie that hung in my closet for years after Ross had left the house: the only one he had ever worn, which we kept tied because there was no one to show him how to tie it, and once it was done by a friend, it was never to be undone.

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