This here bringer of the pooper to the fun party

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While walking along a trail in Arches National Park over the weekend I happened to look up as a flock of birds was soaring overhead. The way they look in this brief moment—still and frozen—is how I feel in my dreams sometimes, at least when I can remember them when I wake up. Floating over the ground, weightless, tied to nothing, watching everything below.

And then I ducked. Because bird poop.

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