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| Collage by Kelly Walker |
I try not to hurry the beagle
while he sniffs the ground. I know that he’s busy reading. Like me, he requires
new data to stimulate his thinking. If impatient, I watch the steadiness of the
bright, slanting sunlight that spills across the lawn, a picture scored by
birdsong.
Back at home, George Hilton Beagle
falls into a deep sleep, processing all he has learned.
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