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Stroll towards the North Hills, March.
Stroll towards the North Hills, March:
The glow of the golden tunnel, the tunnel-noise.
Song of the trucks before reaching the slopes.
The dogs, one the size of a horse, the green bags of dog shit...
...and the green in between stones, the soil bone-dry.
The rocky path to the line of posts, the climb to the iron frame H.
The wide stony path going north through the North Hills; me going south.
The way slowly down passing green needles of the bitterroot, soft to the touch; no flowers yet.
The burst of bloom of the Missoula phlox in a riot of pink.
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