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Mungo

It’s 5 p.m., winter. The days are just slivers of light sandwiched between thick slabs of darkness. There are two extra kids at our house, a sinkful of dishes, ...

At First Light

At first light, we walk out the back door armed with a freshly sharpened fixed blade hunting knife, a ½ inch diameter rope, a pot of boiling water, and two 5 ga...