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Those first thick gusts of spring
We are driving out to the island the second Monday in a row for me, a Monday ago in the buoyant warm of growing moon gibbous round and all those first thick gusts of spring, and now Tom and I, a totally spontaneous date the tidewater springs and gullies high with rain the echo cacophony…
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to walk a long mile
green as Moss headed a light in the skyblooms tiny as the lady’s, the saint’s wee flowers pushing the dry earthagainst itself crackingground i count grace we walk a long while, pass three oaks all of us carrying candles litby her flame we walk a long mile under the grey gyres of sky the blossoming…
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From The Etiquette of Freedom
“Wilderness may temporarily dwindle, but wildness wont go away, A ghost wilderness hovers around the entire planet: the millions of tiny seeds of the original vegetation are hiding in the mud on the foot of an arctic tern, in the dry desert sands, or in the wind. These seeds are uniquely adapted to a specific…
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I go camping solo
I live in the mid-Atlantic coastal tidewater region, near the top of the northern most habitat for native bald cypress swamp on the east coast of the States. We are 20 to 30 minutes of backroads away from the most tender, unique and ancient public habitats you could imagine, making me endlessly grateful for state…
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In all the green and wild winds.
Yesterday I had dozens of things to do-ish. Like the world won’t stop if I don’t get to these things do-ish but there’s my suitcase still unopened outside my bedroom door from the trip to Buffalo last weekend there’s a gross needs cleaned out fridge, there’s recycling needs running and so on. Already the night…
Kel 