The annual onset of the dark evenings inevitably mean that my nightly dog walking duties bring me and my hound in off the land, the fields and trails, and back into suburbia. There’s always that final few nights of denial, of stumbling in the dark and returning home with all manner of unpleasantness on my boots, and then the surrender to common sense—I’…
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