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Clouds

From Mark Jarman’sĀ Epistles: 26. In the Clouds Simply by thinking I stood among the clouds. They surrounded and passed me, being and becoming. Blood released into clear water. Breath into cold air. Formlessness entering form, forced into form. . . … Continue reading

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Harvest Moon: All the Good Friends

When the already eclipsed moon slips out of the shadow of the mountain that rises abruptly to the east of where I sit on our deck with my companions Blue and Bella (Lyn is in Fairbanks, Alaska and has shoveled … Continue reading

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