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solitary contemplation There’s a saint in the window of the building across the street. I don’t know which one, I’m not good with saints. He faces the window, but he doesn’t look out. He

angel tech support (ATS) Anyone who finds out is usually surprised that angels need tech support, that it’s even a job. But that’s because we’re good at it. You’d never know we’re here, that’s

frosted like cookies He paints his roof every December, but no one ever sees it actually being painted. One chilly night the sun sets on shingles faded down to almost-bare wood, and the next

Due to unforeseen circumstances, there is no flax-golden tale for Friday, November 26th. This is the very first missed week since flax-golden tales began in July of 2009. I’d tell you how many weeks

helping hand The sign said they were Extra Hands, without elaborating on their purpose. So I asked the shopkeeper what they were for, after he finished getting a stuffed jackalope down from a high

seasonal binding My next-door neighbor wraps her trees each November. Tying up the remnants of autumn in lengths of rope and string. Binding them to ward off winter. She explained it to me once,