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One of my dogs was engrossed with a leg bone no longer needed by a calf who failed to survive the birthing challenge, so i loaded the other 3 and embraced today's encouragement #1, up an always-exuberant waterway called Dry Creek. Go figure. Before all that, i read from my current WIP--"in her puddled footsteps"--at the closing session of a 6 month writing course, and my mind tossed like the water over coppery rocks. The story features an offbeat fish bio trying to show his fossil-cleaner wife the endangered dace he is failing to help recover, on the eve of her leaving him. Is it just ego, as the boss claims, to believe he can save this species, and will these fish, as his wife suspects, become part of evolution's abandoned experiments? Working in endangered species presents so many great questions for characters, and for readers. As a writer, i'm not trying to sway anyone to particular answers. But we can look under water's surface glare if we're ever feeling like our writing is too...thin. Thanks, Jenny, for this community--(sid sibo)

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