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Beth Downing Beth Downing

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“Thirty seven creatures tip-tapped on the fabric of my tent and thought hmmm…you’re tasty. The cloud of my breath drew them in like smoke from a grill and they waited for an opening.  

Under other circumstances, I’d be flattered as the muse for a symphony.”

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Forgotten Feet
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Forgotten Feet

“You are never going to believe what I forgot,” I said standing at the edge of a bed covered in neat piles of backpacking gear.

I could hardly believe it. For all these little things, these fiddly bits that I did remember, the one thing missing was possibly the most crucial.

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Invisible Oceans
Beth Downing Beth Downing

Invisible Oceans

The kites made those layers visible, colorful and animated. Streamers fluttering, dives performed.

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