In Serried Ranks...

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In serried ranks they stretch to the horizon, like so many unremembered dreams come back to haunt me. Each of them an eye to inside, each of them a hollow stare.

I wandered not amongst the hills so steely gray, nor danced among the violets gay.

Under yonder hills it lay, a world beneath, a world of different day.

What horrors lurk beneath to find? Why none but those from in my mind.

Mace

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This is one of my best friends. His name is Mace. This is one of the best pictures I have ever gotten of him. The other day he was just holding perfectly still for me when I had the camera. I think he was jealous of the primary subject of my snapping at the moment. So I agreed that it was time to snap him again.

Mace has had quite a life. He was born here in Florida. Then he moved to Washington State for a while. He spent ten years out there, enjoying the country life, including some snow even, and a coyote attack, sadly. But here he is, living in Florida again.