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River of Renewal Rising
This is another version of my Substack post ( A Tattered Flag…) for this First Day of…
This is another version of my Substack post ( A Tattered Flag…) for this First Day of…
Peel off a chip of my puzzle bark. Go ahead. Peck and chisel. Find every crevice in my amber trunk. I have known you, Downy Woodpecker, a hundred times over. My age cannot be measured by the 500 rings alone. I am river song. Whitecap on lake. Trickling headwaters. Lightning strike on high ridge bursting into flame.
My October journal brims with sleepless anxiety that mingles with the word “vote” in a myriad of…
What is it to be free? To be independent? To be brave? A free-flowing river can…
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