The pathos of the moment asks something of us, yes?
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The sole is stronger than I thought.
This can be a fertile place for change.
Evening breezes lift the August heat.
That’s not new, but it feels new now.
Penance is a team sport played with spray paint and elbow grease.
And it feels like this is only the beginning.
We know exactly what and whom we love.
Avalanches—here?
Pine cones clustered under dark green boughs.