To the river we go, my son and I and his friend we’ll call Aaron. It is a half day of school and there are a million other things to do; grocery shopping, haircuts, and my shoes are held together with duct tape. But to the river we go. Aaron and my son get silly…
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The Trees
History. I seem to run into it everywhere. I wasn’t looking for it this morning. Not at all. I simply want to go for a walk, wander in the woods. Dispel the melancholy that seems to own the morning. A March morning, somewhere near spring. A breeze bends some of the drooping tips of the…
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