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The Beauty and Peril of Connection
213 wordsI sat awake, propped up on my elbows at two in the morning, and I scrolled through my phone. I hoped that, somehow, the repetitiveness of social media would help me fall back asleep. Instagram. Facebook. Twitter. Videos. Advertisements. Pictures. All just a blur. But, then, something caught my eye — a photo of two…
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The Moon and I
171 wordsSometimes I ask the moon for guidance. I stand at the window, my breath fogging up the glass, and I reach my hands up. The moon is alive in the way of mountains and rivers, through the long-lived presence of time, and the humming of old things. The clean blue moonlight pours through the city…
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The Owl and the Maples
237 wordsThe owl waits on the branch of a cedar tree. I drift closer. He looks at me. I pause, there, among the ferns, and atop the old, creek-sweetened leaves. I cross my arms over my chest. I stand still. The owl raises and lowers his wings. This is not a threat, but a stretch. Our…
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The Earth Itself
231 wordsAfter everyone has gone to bed, I sit on the sand. The lake pulls quietly inward, lapping against the velvet rocks. Above me, and above the purple lake, Ursa Major appears, star upon star, from the blue-lit ether. It pulls on me — the lake, and the deep-time silence that writhes in the wind, and…
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