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Sheep by Azriel Johnson


I met Her on a cold day in November.  I was bundled up, walking, I could smell the snow hanging overhead, ready to blanket the ground.  I was walking along the highway.  I wasn't really sure where I was headed.  I had an idea, but nothing for certain.  West was my general direction.

I wasn't hitching.  I was walking.  I did a lot of walking before She came into my life.  It suited me fine.  I had no family.  I was adopted and hated my foster family.

In the distance, a red station wagon was stopped on the side of the road.  A wo