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"Dear Jessie, As the moon
lingers a moment over the Bitteroots...
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before its descent
into the invisible...
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my mind is filled with song.
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I find I am humming softly...
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not to the music,
but something else.
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Someplace else.
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A place remembered.
:55:54
A field of grass where no one
seemed to have been except the deer.
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And the memory is strengthened
by the feeling of you...
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dancing in my awkward arms.
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Norman."
:56:23
Yes?
:56:26
What's wrong?
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It's okay, Mother.
Who is this?
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I'm Norman Maclean.
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No, he doesn't have
to post bond.
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He covers the police beat
and has friends here.
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Just look at him
and take him home.
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What did he do?