Reflections

February 27, 2018

In the deep winter, the black bear enters a state of torpor, a metabolic slowing where the heart rate drops and the...

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February 27, 2018

The air in July always tasted like crushed clover and dry heat. I remember the way the sun felt against the back...

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February 25, 2018

The smell of damp wool always brings me back to the hearth. It is a heavy, earthy scent, like rain-soaked soil clinging...

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