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| When I turned around, the skunk was there... |
As the year drew to a close, skunks were everywhere. I had come to accept their presence as something inevitable--almost, in the grand scheme of things, dare I say, desirable... Yet somehow, I knew that this was the closest I would ever get to the real thing, and it made me strangely wistful. The very next hour, I was gone from that place, unlikely to return until the spring.
