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Naked October

We’ve bathed in an Indian summer of short sleeves and sandals. Nights of cool but not cold. Not cold yet. These are the gradual transitions of weather that mock our crashing through happenstance and plans. We can only look to calendars, to grass still green, to roses still red, and wonder.

I would be of the seasons if I could. I would be the slowly burning Sugar Maple. To suffer naked and be clothed again. I would be that.

His Bobness/Unbearable Bobness of Being


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D.F. Oliveria is a columnist and blogger for The Spokesman-Review. Print Huckleberries is a past winner of the Herb Caen Memorial Column contest by the National Association of Newspaper Columnists. The Readership Institute of Northwestern University cited this blog as a good example of online community journalism.

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