silence like smoke
light seems machine
in interim and enters
anyway, opens the door
to our histories of hope
to our histories of hope
in arrival--we are blessed
death is certain someday
we get to live out survival
tithing... tiny happinesses
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stopping by the woods on a snowy... afternoon
I graded most of the day and then sat on my butt trying to motivate myself to get off it when L emailed to see if I was up for a walk. I was...
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