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Days Like These, by Molly M. Remer

Sometimes the best ritualsare those we cannot plan,requiring only pine needles and wind,open eyesand a long, slow-sinking sunsettling gently into shadows.Sometimes the best magicof all is made withwhat is exactly right now,bluestem grass and gray feathers,raccoon footstepsbetween the trees,laughter and… Read More ›