No rush, no rush.

On the old dirt road, all is calm, all is bright. A stand of cat-tails recovers from yesterday's bent, telling me which way the wind went. Browning fronds dip down, drawing degrees of their deaths from the snow. Nothing here for anyone, really. Nor for feather, fur, or fin. Here I stopped for an insistent... Continue Reading →

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