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Terra, my six-year-old, tags along behind me on
the trail to Peek-A-Boo Springs. She makes up and
tells stories aloud. Glamding, who I gather is an
elf, seems to be having trouble with goblins who
are in the small cave to our right.
My job is to listen, but I drift in and out, enjoying
the sandstone pinnacles, an occasional claret cup
cactus in bloom, the trill of a canyon wren. From
time to time, I insert an "uh, huh" or
"wow, that's interesting."
"So, what do you think Glamding should do,
Dad?"
"Um, maybe he should fight him."
"Dad! Glamding is a girl."
"Well ... she should fight him. Elf against
goblin."
"Dad!! Buckwart is a dwarf; he's her best
friend."
"Ah, yeah, I meant they should fight them."
"Dad!!! They're trying to help the feather
people find a new home."
sweet vetch--
just emerging from
a bare patch of sand
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