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Sense-of-Place

A Cedar Morning

The Crow woke me up. He is perched at the top of the old redwood, his raucous cries circling and drifting, jerking me from my dreams. Half of me wants to shake him for waking me; the other half wants to scatter extra birdseed around his redwood for letting me be a part of this […]

Water All Around

The sun rose as usual that morning, but no one saw it. There was no shortage of watchers; the two fishermen on Bell Island were up mending their nets, watching the horizon for the glow that would tell them it was time to set out, and the beady-eyed gulls were watching in their wary way […]

Where Time Forgot

“Sophia, honey, where are you going?” My mother’s voice rises above the creak of the screen door. “Outside,” I call back. The door slams behind me as I step out into the purpling spring evening. I smile. How could “outside” describe where I’m going? Stepping off the edge of lawn, I run through the woods. […]