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The Scrub Jay in the Juniper
1–2 minutesA western scrub jay sits in the juniper, the blue scarf down his back the same color as its berries, and he sits and watches his cousins, the crows,fly overhead against the city sky, caught up in dust,and he hears the empty click of a truck, somewhere off in the distance,and the heavy silence woven
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The Language of Waterfalls
1–2 minutesIt takes a while to learn the language of waterfalls, because each speaks a slightly different dialect, but if you go to the same waterfall again and again, you’ll learn to hear its voice. At first, you’ll find it tucked between maidenhair ferns, as the droplets fall, and then you’ll pick it out of the
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Heritage
1–2 minutesWhen I was a child, my grandmother gifted mea small replica of the stone used to grind corn into masa,and I have it on my kitchen shelf, even now, next to my mortar and pestle.At my parent’s house, there’s a big one, a real one, the name for which I have been told by so
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Sun Smoke
1–2 minutesThe maples and horse-chestnuts soften, their casted shadowstorn from the sun,cracked open by golden smoke,the sun painted,not long ago, like a strange, eclipsed moon, or the eye of some god,too fierce to look upon from our small earth.
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