By Wayne Allensworth I was walking down a path that skirted a fence line not far from our home. In the neighboring pasture the great longhorns, one of them a majestic bull, grazed quietly, looking up casually to watch me pass. The great bull shook his head and snorted, then went back to grazing. Overhead, a hawk hovered over the trail, then a second one appeared above the other raptor, twin...
Weak Coherence II: American Meltdown
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