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“A moment of peace and silence, breathing in and out the frigid air, watching daylight seep into the forest, hearing the first chatter of distant crows, the wind sighing over the snow and through the fir and pine branches and the twittering of chickadees as they flitted in little tribes from tree to tree.”
― Mike Bond, Killing Maine

“...the track of the three camels and three pairs of sandals was like an arrow diminishing into infinity across the wavering sand.”
― Mike Bond, The Last Savanna