There is a coffee place near my house where I love to write in the summer and winter. I write my thoughts, and dreams, and heart’s desires. I write about my…
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Omg. Winter night. Smoke-filled air. Smell of skunks. Lame space heater. Quiet light. Strewn hills. An owl calling over and over, somewhere in the distance, in the cold air and starlight.…