September sunset….

I live among the trees, grand oaks and maples and sycamores and poplars that gift us with their shade and rustle, a rich sound-stage for songbirds and owls and bands of other feathered musicians who fill our days and nights with their achingly beautiful sounds. I love our trees and they mostly love us back,…

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holding the light….

I love this final lap of the year, those last lingering miles where scenes brushing quick past the window slow and settle, becoming nests and nuzzles for the nexts to come and I remember how my heart is wearing dresses and it makes me twirl a little longer beneath the moon while the wind catches…

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