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Beauty Enters Slowly

The wind is coming from the north. I notice it first because the tall grass is bending to the south and then I am aware of its caress against my skin. The sun’s heat presses down and enters.  You always wait for an invitation.  The grass stills. The bee flies...

Full Moon 

I thought I’d let too much of the afternoon get away from me. I had wanted to take a walk.  I shut the door behind me as the sun was going under, the wind changed direction off the lake within a couple blocks, and I was sorry I hadn’t worn an extra layer....

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