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…
Today I drove up to the cemetery on the hillside overlooking the lake, where my…
When the wild rose thorns catch your hair like a lover, and the rain is but a m…
Yesterday, as I walked though my little town, I became light-headed with the sc…
My little town smells like citrusy evergreen tips this morning. And sure enough…
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