The small band of friends were hiking a few feet from a small river and through the low hills of the National Park with Tom lagging behind about two-hundred feet. While they continued, he knelt down to take a picture of a group of flowers.
When they realized he had not caught up to them, they stopped and returned to the spot he’d been last seen, but he was no place to be found. They reported him missing and professionals, including blood-hounds, gathered to search the area, but no trace of him was to be located.
It would be thirty-days…
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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