Mick loved walking through the deepest part of the woods. His family thought it was too dangerous to be in that area alone, but he’d always felt a sense of peace and calm when on trail.
Ever resourceful, Mick wanted to be ready, so he always carried his camera, knowing something new might catch his eye. Besides, it was his journal of sorts, a quick recording of his surroundings, his singular observations.
In the distance a large Black Oak moved, as if walking and Mick zoomed in on it. Police found his camera — but the blurred image told them nothing.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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