Becoming Restoried Reflections
#12 | Wolves
My back deck overlooks a strip of forest between our backyard and the people who live behind us. On fall mornings, when both the moon and sun are visible in the foggy, periwinkle sky, it’s a sublime spot to be still, stretch, meditate, read, or write. The air is rich with petrichor, yet to be choked with car exhaust, and the squirrels …
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