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Waterfall – A Poem
1–2 minutesWhere, wind, do you come from?From the curve of waterfalls?From the chill of low, wet valleys?Do the rocks know? The boulders below the stream, and moss-heavy on the shore? Wind and breeze, do you come from the moon,from tree branches at dusk,or do you come from ferns that toss and rustle and climbup the rocky chests of waterfalls?
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The Wilderness Experience – A Short Story
5–8 minutesAnna dropped to her stomach and peered over the hill. She scooted forward, her forearms itchy from the grass. Some guy about her age—college age—stood in the meadow below, near the water, pulling silver packets of food from an enormous, dusty backpack. He glanced her way and she lowered her chin, desperate not to be
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The Meadow
2–3 minutesEvery time I visit the meadow, something is different. The grass is cut, or they’ve trimmed the wild laurel bushes whose bark is smooth like tamarinds. A few winters ago the ivy-choked tree fell, its body colliding with trailing blackberry, buttercups, and clovers. I don’t even know what species it was. I didn’t teach myself to identify the trees
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Weavers of the Forest
1–2 minutesA spider walked on my bare arm today, and it didn’t bite me. First I felt the web pop, then the gentle tick of running. Surprised, I flicked it off. The spider fled far from its torn home, striped legs flickering. Long ago I taught myself not to fear spiders. Their webs hang between every
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