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The Ash Grove
400 wordsWhen I first found the ash tree, I thought of the song we used to sing in my grade school choir. Down yonder green valley, where streamlets meander, when twilight is fading, I pensively rove, or at the bright noontide in solitude wander amid the dark shades of the lonely ash grove. This was Oregon…
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Lost is the Daylight Moon
107 wordsThere are times when I see the moon during the day, a grey-white cloud like the dying blossom of a wild onion, thin paper, peeled off, fragile and flickering and left behind in the dark autumn wind, and I stare, feeling that this moon is better suited to my sorrows, and I ask where I…
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Who We Are
43 wordsWatch; if we stare at other suns, we won’t see our own, and if we block our eyes we will see nothing but darkness, but look straight into it into the scalding water, pierce the steam, and so dies the life of shadow.
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When Hummingbirds Call
302 wordsWhen, last, did you hear the song of a hummingbird? It’s a sound that I recognize immediately, and yet, if I try to think of it, right now, in my head, I can’t mimic it exactly. It’s an odd sound. Just the other day I was sitting beneath the maple tree, and I heard it–like metal, like dropped…
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