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The hymns of Christmas Eve

    EDITOR’S NOTE: The following is a short story from the book “Ain’t No Such Animal” by Larry Dablemont.
    The river was full and clear, carrying my old wooden johnboat along with each dip of the paddle. It was Christmas Eve of 1970, more than two weeks since my grandfather’s funeral. No one could understand why I wanted to float the river, but I told my folks I’d be home by mid-afternoon. I just wanted to be on the Big Piney again, where my grandpa had spend most of his life; where he had taught me as a small boy how to set trotlines and grab yeller suckers, how to catch a coon and sneak up on a flock of mallards.

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