Learning to Listen to Myself

The hours are ticking down on the year and snow is blanketing the roads, sticking in clumps on branches and bistro lights. The inside thermometer reads a number as ridiculously high as the outside number is low, and I am still chilled to the bone. My husband and I are reviewing the year and finishing…

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The Supreme Ordeal

We walk along the ridge in the golden haze of dusk. The rim our neighborhood sits upon, before plunging down to railroad tracks, opens to fields that are beautiful in all seasons.

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