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April 5, 2013

I put them one by one on individual trees.

I had taken my butter to Ohio with me when I left two months ago.  I am surprised to find a half stick to fry the eggs in.  I am clipping locust legs to tall trees around the mouth of Mosquito creek.  Uncle Luther is on his knees there panning for gold.  He is paused in a slanting pillar of sun.  He has found more than he had expected.  Years later he will die in a house trailer in Pennsylvania taking with him his secret of the gold in Mosquito creek.