The wind has been howling at the windows for three days, and although the sun h…
There is a world I had forgotten. Beyond snow and ice, frigid temperatures and …
I walked the five-mile length of land often, in all weather, keening my senses …
There is dirt under my nails, a microcosm of minerals and organisms and organic…
What befell June, only the gods know now. I have shut my eyes to the passing of…
On the first evening of August, the immense black locust offered dappled shade …
The hills have been calling me for two weeks now, but the days have been frigid…
The light was slanted and golden yesterday as I made my way along the lake to t…
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