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The Digger by Marco Etheridge
Digging for old bones is best done by night and the digger knows this. He wields his shovel under starlight and moonlight, serenaded by the nocturnal creatures of the Missouri woods. The night is ebony edged in silver, but it ain’t quiet. Whippoorwills mourn their own name from maple and sycamore trees. A barred…