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Primeval Something about the land, usually a forest—giant trees dripping with moss, crusted with lichen, a tangled understory dense with growth—conjures the word primeval. But I have learned this is inaccurate. Continue reading
A semi driver swerves around a herd of deer, and just like that, molasses oozes onto the streets of Wagontire, Oregon. A truck turns over in Continue reading
Lower your binoculars. See bird and person in the full context of their being, feathers or skin. Continue reading
It is better to talk about white privilege with your straight white man-friend when you are zipped up in your down mummy bags, your backs on two inches of air above Continue reading
1. Connect. I am a private person, but my community garden plot allows me to share a bit of myself with passing strangers. Continue reading
