The Fen

Edd Jennings
Sep 8, 2018 · 2 min read
Water Pipit, Flickr image

August 10th, Monday, 5:24 A.M. — A frost and a fog are on this morning, the beginnings of the perfect fall day. I crawled back into the warm bag while the stove heated the first cup of coffee in this dead calm. Before I lit the stove, I could hear the faint whine of the wind in the distance, so faint in my inner ear, I almost couldn’t know whether the sound came from the outside, or was only a ringing I sometimes feel from inside my inner ear. I will be with that sound for…

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

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