The warmth is sucked out of the air. The cool air is shed from the mountains. It cascades down the valleys in a rush that sends the Long Eared Owl wheeling and the coyotes singing in complaint. Another night in the high country.
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The warmth is sucked out of the air. The cool air is shed from the mountains. It cascades down the valleys in a rush that sends the Long Eared Owl wheeling and the coyotes singing in complaint. Another night in the high country.