To See Beyond My Grasp

Edd Jennings
Sep 1, 2018 · 6 min read
Ekwi/Keele Junction, Flickr images

July 22, 10:19 A.M. — The river dropped considerably in the night, though it’s not yet back to its former level. I moved the meat bag and the hide back into the water to keep them cool. The morning warms under a bright sun. A small breeze helps with the bugs.

10:40 A.M. — I may as well admit it. I have been too long upon this island. Yesterday, I didn’t feel the desperation that comes from being in one place too long. A…

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Edd Jennings runs cattle on the banks of the New River in the mountains of Virginia.

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