KEEP MOVING
The place was Bethel, Vermont, nestled in the vast expanse of the Green Mountains. It was a hot day, a perfect day for a walk to enjoy the view of the river and the surrounding mountains. My trail was the railroad tracks that seemed to endlessly imitate the direction of the river. By the tracks stood an old mill that was being converted into some kind of a work shop. From my vantage point on the tracks, I could see a stop sign on one of the windows of the shop. No doubt it said, “NO TRESPASSING!” but I had to check it out just to make sure. I was right. But the sign said a lot more than I had expected. There in black and white on that dusty window were these words: “Trespassers will be shot; Survivors will be shot again.” Without letting on how I felt at that point, I glanced over my shoulders and scouted the bush and…
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