Recorded in a haze of aspen saplings
Above the cliffs along the Jaun de Fuca strait are fragments of prairie, and when I walk dutifully on the asphalt paths beside the Meadow barley, Nodding onion ...
Tag: Prairie
Last night’s dream
I had a dream that I woke up innocent. Not that I had been declared innocent, but that I found myself in a state of innocence. And my body felt light. Like when...