Next morning, alone in mountains, he ventured off trail to view a two-hundred-foot waterfall. The roar asked why he’d come and answered the question with another mountain. Todd traveled in ways that left no evidence of his presence. Footsteps in snow will melt. Even his walking was quiet. Here, even as an alien, he could fit.

In the morning, I read aloud: “Tomorrow, favorable, new moon coming up.”

I thought we could go panning for gold.

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