passing what most would want to stay—colors, branches, leaves and sky. My space small, the outside world grand. Big sky country— not Wyoming but Iowa, Wisconsin, Arizona. She said, Why would you want to look at dirt? as if there is something unpleasant in thought. I like the parkways, their complicated names, Hutchinson River, Kancamagus, […]
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