Garcia III- Saint Rose July 29, 2013 Something came out of the night, appearing suddenly in front of her; a big, golden dog, panting, his front paws tapping the ground in his anxious little dance. Behind him, tall cottonwoods in April bloom. Behind the grove, the San Augustine River, moving quickly, dark and swollen with spring melt. The big dog appearing reddish by the moonlight and without a collar took a reflective breath around her bare thigh and studied…
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