Friday, December 21, 2018

preservation of winter

(originally published March 12, 2011.)



I do not have a skeleton key tree. I live in an apartment. But at one point, I had a small place by a narrow river where I would pile things…small polished rocks, dice, spare dominos, rusted belt-driven metal saw teeth from the lumber mill.

Never knew why. Just did. And then we moved.

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