His face looked inscrutable. His athletic body was tensed up. He was holding the piece he accidentally found buried in snow.
A triangular wall mount with 3 elk heads, out here in this Alaskan snowy wilderness. A smile appeared on his face as he saw the snowstorm surrounding him. He whispered, “At least they had the privilege of dying at home. I am lost and far from mine.”
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