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Salt In Our Wounds
The past few days have been unseasonably cold where I live. Actual temperatures well below freezing. Windchills in the single digits. Snow. At most, a gentle dusting in its accumulation. But snow all…
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Like a Fox in the Snow
When foxes hunt in the winter, they leap and dive face first into the snow. Before this, they’re still. Quiet. Focusing in on sounds happening just below the surface. They can’t see their…
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Wednesday is the New Tuesday
Or it least is has been often enough. Thursday is sometimes the new Tuesday too. And occasionally, on days like today, Friday can even be the new Tuesday. Mostly, I’ve just haven’t gotten…
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The First Sunny Day in March
The brilliance of a bright blue sky after months of dreary dark grey. The simple sensation of warmth on your face that comes with an early spring day. An artistically crafted cup of…
