A lone Great egret, preening a wing at Hat Rock State Park in eastern Oregon last Wednesday
Love and a road trip, in whiffs of dystopian time
I wasn’t sure, as I sat on the edge of an operating table in early June, chatting with a highly-skilled and upbeat nurse, whether I’d be able to dance at my sister’s 70th birthday party, which was last Friday night,…
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