November 9, 2020

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With every whisker keeping track of the myriad smells of this short-lived summer resurrection and its back riveted in just the right direction so as to sop up every single extra degree in what is closing in on the middle of November here 100 miles north of Hwy 29, which anyone with a closet full of goose down knows is the demarcation line of the banana belt, this red squirrel seemed frozen in the soon to be gone in a heartbeat warmth.