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flax-golden tales: attendants
attendants No one told them that their jobs were finished. They were never properly dismissed or let go. Informed that their necessity had waned. They continued to attend. Even after temples were shut and
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leave all your love and your longing behind
So long, 2010. You were interesting. I spent the vast majority of 2010 living in a black-and-white circus that will be nicely bound on bookstore shelves come September. It’s still rather hard to believe,
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flax-golden tales: frames for nature
frames for nature Nature doesn’t need frames, I say, but she insists on finding them anyway. Running around like a cameraless photographer as she composes each shot. Leaving to find another when she’s satisfied.
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peppermint & snow
On Friday, we baked cookies & tartlets & listened to absurd amounts of holiday music. I still find the “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” song mildly disturbing. And we made peppermint bark. I’d never made
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flax-golden tales: silver bells
silver bells Listen, and you’ll hear. In the snow-quiet. In the cold that envelops bare branches and evergreens alike, winding around sleds and mittens and waterproof boots. The bells are ringing. Even if they