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The Chiricahuas
What is intimacy? I ask the moon. I ask Mother Earth. I ask Douglas Firs and fields of irises and Ponderosa Pines pondering. I ask the furry ferns that grow
Sea Glass Soul
My past was present and my future was waiting. We sat together playing, me and these three. Building drizzle castles of sand, wet and waning, we watched them dry, impossible
