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Wear cotton masks where’er you go stay miles away from strangers Wash hands til they turn cracked and red Report

The dogwood I planted last year has sprouted darts, rocks piled on the side, boastful testaments, to pick and shovel,

Given time, every conversation ceases: perhaps someone has grasped the inevitable lurking beyond the reach of our words. Rocking gently,

Photo used under a Creative Commons license from flickr user R. Miller. I Want a Leader I want

The dappled willow thrived where the waterlogged yellow cypress had withered. “They’ll drink all the water you can give

It was the right time For the longest hug. Had my nephew fathomed the death of his own

In 2008, while working for the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers, I traveled to Mississippi, as a “released staff” to

The late U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service Director Sean Hamilton fly-fishing. Photo used under a Creative Commons license of flickr

I have always been frightened by math. 8,473 km, 5,264.878 miles between Amazon rain forests, Greenland ice sheets.

Raspy cough, white bathrobe, fingers reaching for your ivory coffee mug, red lipstick on the rim, fingers, slender and strong