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Half Moon
637 wordsI could feel the cold moving up through the ground, winding blindly through the soil, through the dark narrows, the tree roots, the embedded ant tracks; it was the cold of a tired and sleeping earth, just there, beneath my feet. The night was quiet–no birds trilling, no cars in the distance, just the perfect…
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The Crows and the Owl
231 wordsAll the smaller birds–the chickadees, the nuthatches, the song sparrows–dart through the bushes, turning their black-and-white heads, watching the fleeting wings up above, the crows with their loud and crinkled voices. They watch as the owl sits patiently, his wings tucked in, his eyes slowly blinking as the crows rush at him. He’s young, still…
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The Time of the Slanted Light
84 wordsIt is the time of slanted light,the time of night-songs,when the shadowed ferns bowto the stillness rising from the soil. And all aroundis the smell of sun leaving grass,the treetops turning to rust,the sky running thin,and there is Venus surfacing above the hill,and Queen Anne’s lacetucked within the vines,all of uswatching the pink stripe, the…
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Geese
171 wordsI hear the geese as they land on the river. They drag their feet through the muddy currents, their wings beating backward, their necks long, and curved, like a flower nodding on its stem. There are only two of them, and they float slowly amongst the ducks. Above them, an osprey calls out, a high,…
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