LONG AGO - Neil - Jan 30, 2012
The mist rose and swirled in the cold predawn twilight giving an otherworldly feeling to the scene. The mist is tinged with the smell of sulphur and somewhere in the fog shrouded meadows across the river a bull elk bugled, the high pitched whistle added to the ethereal feeling of the moment.
Once again we are transported back in time by your writing. Thank you for taking me along on this adventure. Many of your stories leave me wishing I was born earlier and that we were friends.
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