If spring is born at the river’s edge and the burning summer in the dust of the highway, then where do we discover fall? Is it in the mothball-scented chests where the blankets are kept? In the hedgerow that vibrates with migrating birds? Or do you find it, like me, in the darkening sea and … Continue reading Fall questions
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