I inhaled deeply the rust colored valley in winter, the coyote and deer quivering in the pink hue. I held my key ring, the moon, in the low clouds. My head contained two, no, three wars. The valley rose to swallow the clouded stars. I was waiting for the third eye to open.

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"Biography of Don Knotts" was partially inspired by a class my son and I are taking at Wah Lum Kung Fu of Knoxville [here].