Chief of the Montanas
Crow's-eye-view of the land
spirit usurped
Commander in Chief of the Hill
below
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Ancestral flight
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Monday, November 5, 2012
River valley summer hymnal
What if a firefly burned blue? Because really, that means a firefly might burn any old color and a sleep-eyed collie on an Arkansas porch wouldn't even lift her head. But there isn't any dog, no matter what they tell you. Just you and me and a whole lot of grey dirt.
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