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651 wordsThere was a time when anyone could look up at night— anyone, anywhere on the entire planet—and, if the clouds were absent, they could see the sky in its entirety. I have always looked for the stars on clear nights, but I haven’t always found them. I’ve stood outside, tilted my chin to Canis Major,…
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And So The Ash Tree Grows
163 wordsThere is a little ash tree growing at the base of the cedars. I hope it grows tall, and I hope I get to see it tall. Someday, after we move away, there will be other people living here. What will they see? Will they know the trees as I do–wandering between their trunks, eyes…
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At Sunset
79 wordsPlease. Don’t forget there are stars. Sometimes I look at the sky, at the sunset red along the treetops, and I feel nothing at all. I’m not really sure where this nothing comes from. All I know is that if I keep staring, just keep watching the sun, then something will stir, and, once again,…
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To A Cottonwood Tree (Memories of Spring)
224 wordsWe are related. All life is, and all non-life; every particle of the universe. Your cotton fluff is spring’s silent snowfall. It carries through the wind, pieces of you, arms reaching out. So peaceful it is sacred. Far in the distance the fluff is pouring out against the sunlight, just falling and falling until, all…
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