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And Still
50 wordsAnd still the owls find the low evening, their voices tangled in leaf litter and fog, and still the jays crackle wild-disguised as red-tails as hawks, and still the raccoons pig-snarl, their paws caked with dirt and blood, and still the cedar trees shiver, silver-eyed, ghostly against the setting sun.
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Sea Lions
38 wordsThe sea lions bellow, their grumbles percussive behind the basalt towers and gull-stained wind, behind the open space cupped against your ears and the sand gritted into your mouth there they are, the sea lions barking like bears.
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Salmon River
188 wordsWe sit on the rocks by the river, the alder trees whippling, each leaf pulling in different directions. The water casts its own shadow, billowing like window blinds, and as the wind reaches us we can see its path, lit and flickering atop the water, constellations of cold, white sunlight darting across the green river.…
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Desert Darkness
159 wordsThere’s a certain kind of darkness the desert has, the kind that seems to rise from the ground itself, latticing its way, muted, through the air, and yet you can still see the knotted limbs of the junipers, and the pock-marked openness, the rock fields and buttes, all of it encased in a muffled kind…
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