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From Frost

I wanted to decipher messages left early this morning by the frost, so we set out as the sun was just coming up and in no hurry to dispel the layer of white fog we walked into. At the dog park Gracie wasn’t the least bit interested in what I was. She sniffed everything ahead of us and beside us,...

Getting Used to the Journey

“I am telling you, it takes a lifetime of days and nights so get used to the long slow journey.” This is what I overheard the towering October oak tree say to the much younger maple and the birch trees just ahead of me, where the pathway curves. It could have been any given day since the gently moving orange...