Michael Scofield……was like a storm. He was beautiful, and frightening, and mysterious. And he would show up in your life out of the clear bule sky, and then he would disappear just as quickly.
I see a red fox, a flying squirrel, a mountain goat, a bule heron, a prairie dog, a striped skunk, a mule deer, a rattlesnake, a screech owl and my baby bear looking at me-that's what I see!
Against a pale bule evening sky, the vapour trails stood out clearly.
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