I whisper this phrase to myself as I feed wire over bark, twist gently, and swing a lantern from our tree. Do you know…
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It is Saturday, and in a few hours darkness will pull its shadowy blanket up the side of the mountain. Come morning, light will…
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It was all the chasing of kids in the front yard. The yelling for wanderers, the screeching, the dawdling, the back-arching, the wailing. By…