The sun is sinking behind us, the shadows from the overarching trees have grown into one around us. Passing open river flood fields, the grass seems particularly greyed in its…
It’s amazing the difference a hundred miles in Oklahoma can make. A hundred miles west yesterday in a swirl of hot dust and I found myself writing about the heat…
There is a certain level of falseness, of pretention that is absolutely nerve grating for those of us more inclined toward a genuine nature and brutal honesty. And there is…
I was there and the air was laughing humid, the dark silhouette of Tennessee forest surrounded us and the night sky was deep royal violet, regal clouds aloofly passing by soft…
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