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Farland
Last week one busy day I went out to get my skis from the rack at work and they were gone. They were my best classic race skis the ones I had been given when... More »
Farland
I would quiet my thinking and open my eyes and ears and let my body feel the ground under my feet and the cool or heat of the air I would hold myself gently in... More »
Farland
My eyes are greedy. Most of the time I am paying attention to the odd colored stone or pattern of rain streaks on the tree trunk. Sometimes my eyes let other parts of me take... More »
Farland
That is the only way I know. Every morning when I get up I let my heart out and tag along behind it all day and sometimes through the night. I am my heart's dog.
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