Firestone Hot Springs your blues are rapping, and it fits my mood

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arcturus kept from the spear a third day, knowing his absence was better than his presence in this moment. he roved, overcome by a basal instinct that drove him through field and fen under a curtain of heavy snow.

the springs were a good place to stop as any. arcturus did not sup from their banks, but instead followed a hidden path he knew well. it took him round the course of the little pools, and there, hidden by a screening of leaning douglas fir, was an old fox-hole he had visited many times.

the earthquakes had caved in much of it -- but arcturus set to work heaving frozen snow and dirt from stone, digging robustly into the permafrost with heavy grunts.