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65 Mood Beso Sometimes I forget that I am not a beard of Spanish moss in the blue oak and that Beso the Donkey is not Duke Ellington’s Mood Indigo. 66 Wounded Beso Beso and his old wounds age far from the wild herd. I offer gentle brushing but he pulls away. The many good things I share are never enough. He attends equally to my kind words and bees. It’s when I don’t want anything that he drifts near. ...

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