outdoors
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Each day, right after her cup of coffee, she laces up her tennie runners as her dad used to call them, straps the baby in the stroller and begins her walk down a lonely dirt, country road. Slow at first, building steam, gearing up. Just barely after she starts, her mind tells her to quit.… Read more
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I’m sitting at the base of a mountain, more or less, breathing in a piney smell, listening to birds, an occasional hummingbird’s soft sound and then the loud obnoxious caw of the crow. The sky is dark with rain clouds, the thunder is booming in the distance. It’s a cool 70* which just so happens… Read more
Angel Wheeler 