Gwen

Gwen trotted from the high country for a look-see. Dodging SUV’s in the daytime, nibbling from dumpsters in the dark, she grew weary of the unforgiving pavement, the noises of a culture gone mad, the inability to hear herself think. From culvert to creek, upriver and around damns, she plodded steadily, returning to valleys of tall grasses, azure skies and crystalline waters where she bedded down for a good long nap.