I heard you grieve little has been going your way in the hills and valley of where we stand in the wind on a ridge above a valley, deep into pine and oak, lupine and sunflower. Deep in this valley of creatures small or ungulate, like the ones grazing the meadow, below. Maybe you know these…
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Campfire Stories
One summer evening, after the sailboat is anchored and the campfire lit, they watch the beam from the lighthouse at the end of the pier. Sit on the beach near the fire. The girl and her siblings, all five of them and her mother with curled brown hair and the father too, put marshmallows and…
Life Along The River 