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climb down to glass beach breaking waves spilling upon a handful of sand

This old feel-good feeling of cooking in the kitchen takes me back to a time when I both cooked and cleaned while standing on a footstool...

The late grass of summer refused to release. Stretching ever higher to see across the stream. The water near the mountain that housed the ris..

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The evening waves drank up the sun and with shadows deeply cast a distant loon began his psalms. As the eastern shore spit out the moon and a..

With the North wind comes the milling of the birds. They dance and swirl fanning across sky and lea. The winds of winter fuels the fray, of thi..

The river called for me to see. To dip my toes into its stream, and in my kayak I joined the flow. To fight the current as I go. The Sun rose ..

Perched on the edge, I see her feathered skirt ruffle. With an outstretched neck the little bird leans into uncertainty. Until the tiny zephyr b..

The sweeping wind clears the way. As sun and rain have done the same. Iris blooms rich in color, and baby birds cry with hunger. The cloudless..

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