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MICAH ROBINSON'S

(2/18/97 TUESDAY)
WRITTEN SAME

The sunset of red and orange glowed
peacefully over the valley. A small
village lay quietly and soundly in the
late evening sun. An owl's hoot in
the distant, far to the north lies a
lake of placid blue and a sign of a
hermit is known throughout the mighty
lion, owl, mouse, and monkey know him
well. And late next morning they stand
around his hut waiting for him to emerge
and greet them in the peaceful morning...