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Gifts
Sometimes I like to imagine the people I love by the gifts they have given me: There is my grandma, who gave me the gift of Music. She taught me a beautiful skill, and now I have something to always be proud of. I can soothe. I can entertain. I...
The mountains are going on and off like neon signs (excerpt from PaTC)
An excerpt from my favorite book, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard (I’ll shorten to PaTC sometimes). This is when I knew I loved this book: The wind is terrific out of the west; the sun comes and goes. I can see the shadow on the field before me...