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Through the green of the fast growing spring grass rises the tracks of the earth, those pathways made by the bicycles over the rain washed ground. It emerges strong and rich, the kind of brown that soothes and compliments the blue sky.

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By the time the victim was found his flesh was as cold as the mud he lay in; his ivory skin splattered and face half submerged in the gritty muck. Late May had begun to dry the ground that had been slushy through April so that now it was the perfect consistency to hold the shape of an imprint. Lucky for him, unlucky for the assailant. There was no way that the killer hadn't left their shoe impression here, and maybe more besides. Perhaps amid all this brown was the evidence he needed. He dug in his pocket for a pear drop only to find the paper bag quite empty, his face fell a little, not a good omen for a new case. But then his fingers grasped onto one that had fallen from the bag. He pulled it out and held it too the light - minimal pocket fluff. He popped it in his mouth and went back to thinking over the evidence before him.

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The mud lay in frozen ruts, each deep enough to twist an ankle and containing a frozen puddle. To each side lay steep embankments of rock and thin trees, giving Casper no choice but to battle over the wintry path. In the warmer wetter seasons it must be a mire that is recast into chaotic depressions by the passage of horses. It stretched away up the mountain side in this disheartening way until it rounded a corner and fell from view. Further up it could be laid flat by snow, yet that would pose new problems.

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On that long trek though the woods it was made all the worse by the mud. The thick brown paste was not cold enough to freeze, yet clung to our feet sapping what little heat they had. Icy brown water soaked into our socks so that in not long our feet were as sodden as if we were in a rain storm.

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In Dirk's weariness he kicked at the ground with his boots, scuffing the soil. He stopped. Peeking though the lush weeds was not the pale rocky clay of a few miles previously, this soil was so rich it was quite black. He fell to his knees, the soft earth cushioning his fall, and dug his fingers into the black gold. They would build their home here on the delta where they would be assured a fine crop.

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Rich, smelly, wet, icky, brown, black, knee-high, sticky, manure-like,

By loki, November 21, 2011.