This isn’t right. This shouldn’t be here. It’s January in Michigan. The ground should be smothered in snow. Sleeping. Instead new life is emerging and I want to tell it to wait, to go back. It isn’t time. At the same time I…
Continue ReadingThis isn’t right. This shouldn’t be here. It’s January in Michigan. The ground should be smothered in snow. Sleeping. Instead new life is emerging and I want to tell it to wait, to go back. It isn’t time. At the same time I…
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