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SEASON

I collect leaves, walking alone at dusk in Kentucky autumn, for you, 3000 miles away in Northern California where climate and the wheel of the earth do not afford this turning blaze. Colors like pumpkin, like russet and corn yellow.…

GLORY, AND THEN SOME

This is how I let go. This is how I let myself live free. This is how I put the burden of generations down, outside of me, literally lay it down prone in the dust, from which it gathered, beside…
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