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what waits off shore?
Because I Love Birch Trees
On A Day In February A new knock knock knock against the wall (he wind is blowing, I should mention that) for two decades the birch tree in the backyard has leafed and thickened stretched to reach… Read More
Winter of Discontent
It snowed on Easter. Woo. I cracked the door open just enough to let the dog slip through. She was out like a shot and off into the woods, nose down, following the fresh tracks of a rabbit…. Read More
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