Up on Alderpoint Road, there wandered an old burro. I would be driving
up that way, come around a bend and there he’d be, slowly sauntering up
the road, either away or towards home. This was several years ago and
I’m sure he’s moved on to a better place now. But I used to look forward
to seeing him on the road. He’d saunter over to the side of the road,
pause and watch you drive by. Then he’d wander some more. Happy travels,
my friend.
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