Today began bright and early: as bright as the full moon, and far earlier than I would have liked.
That’s what happens when you camp under a mulberry tree, and something comes along in the middle of the night looking for fresh, ripe, delicious mulberries. I still don’t know what it was, but when the snuffling sounds moved directly above my head, I didn’t stick around. I got us out of there, and we hiked till dawn by the light of the moon.
You folks who like to wonder where stories come from? Watch this vlog and let your imagination run wild. You’ll need to turn the sound up to hear all the rustling and snuffling — but wait till after the fireflies. And the train. And me, talking to the moon about How It All Went Wrong.
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