
The Fog Also Rises
The muted sounds, the shroud of gray, the silence. The beauty of fog.
The muted sounds, the shroud of gray, the silence. The beauty of fog.
You can learn a lot from a sparrow about how to fix something in your home without using duct tape.
For decades, the appearance of the 17-year cicadas was my life metaphor. Then I saw the light.
He cries out for her, she goes to him, they make wild, passionate love and then they die. Move over Shakespeare.
If a tulip can emerge into the light after being crushed into darkness, so can you.
Sometimes healing means returning to the same place and listening.
What was that thing in the middle of the field? A dead animal? A blanket? Worse, a baby wrapped in a blanket?
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