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Sara refuses to reuse bags, bottles, jars, twist ties, aluminum roasting pans and pie tins. The list goes on, actually. These handful of items are just the ones Sara was going to toss today until I intercepted the bounty. It's Christmas, for crying out loud. Some of those bags are plain, brown grocery type with…
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What is it I see?Forget the sickly green beans.Drumstick and roll, please.
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Pay attention to the blurriness that poses as windblown litter. Leaves kick up a fuss but there's a familiar hand behind it all. This time of year is thin and wispy, the perfect conditions for old friends to drop by. They may sit quietly in the corner, or howl on the doorstep at 2:00 in…
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The undeveloped parcel across the highway was a spooky place for us kids. The trees, cedars and hemlocks mostly, sighed and groaned a lot. They disapproved of everything we did, from our bike rides through their territory to the cone wars where we aimed for each other's head. Sometimes we'd find things, like a single…
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The 10th is when the barrier between our worlds becomes thin as monofilament. Eight Octobers have revealed glimpses of how you spend your days now that clocks and calendars are unnecessary: Accurate casts hit the target in swift-moving rivers. The crowd chants "DEFENSE!" Sweet, crisp air is ringed by thick, delicious smoke. Karaoke. Today…
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Waverly learned "the K word" early on in her career as a mischievous miniature schnauzer. Food was a huge deal, and Waverly's girth, for most of her 15 years, was a testament to her love (o.k…obsession) of kibble. She was surprisingly quick on her feet, though. Let her loose on a good sandy shoreline and…
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family antics poolside new toenail varnish clubbing all night brought the bag full of beer KitKat red bull niece wants pennies pitched into the pool DIVE DIVE DIVE maintenance men weld the gate shut in and out they come stretched out in a new suit bottom damp hair messy always looks good shade of live…
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stance less than cogentmy point more passion than factargument forestalled
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It took a few trips around the outskirts until the right signpost appeared. I wound down the window and smelled juniper, baby's breath, and diesel. Hallmarks of a happy home. The engine slowed to a crawl, stalled, and my conveyance nosed its way into the only open space that mattered. Looking forward, reaching back, the…
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Slipping off the skinYesterday's shadow exposedMy wash-or-wear life Cast-off weeds remind me of someone who belongs in the Long-Ago. I once knew the way and back before we got unlucky. The trick to perfect recall is to stare at the handmade signs buried beneath the floor. They will float to the surface after the rains…
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