A tangerine moon stares through the spruce trees as stars reveal themselves in the night sky, multiplying, first one or two then too many to count. And the coolness of the air... What person isn't overcome by this vastness, this space? There's no quantifying or qualifying what I see from my front porch. Then, a starlight like the others, moving steadily, interminably across the sky, so closely blending in, but for the linear projection, the controlled velocity, predictable in its human intention. It glides beneath--a soft tear in the fabric of the firmament.
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The sun had set but it was still light and I had to get over and check the traps before I lost the ability to see. Snow clung to my boots a...
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I have a good friend who once told me if I found an eagle feather not to pick it up or touch it because in his Native American spiritual be...
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