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As I stand close to the water on the beach at Evergreen I picture a painting. One that is changing from living, moving objects such as trees to dying still objects. Although this change seems dull and full of nothing … Continue reading
There’s a cliff. Kept up by roots. The roots are there by trees. Small trees. Smaller than one imagines thirty foot wall of dirt. The tide’s high. Water laps like a tease. But it’s colder than ever now. You can … Continue reading
The babbling brook, as I’m sure everyone will write, is babbling. I see a microscopic, seemingly endless expanse. It flows as I hope to do, into the distance. A leafy cloud cover, pinescrapers slashing through its softness to the god … Continue reading