NaPoWriMo #7 the neighborhood landscapersawaken the birds,chew up grass,spit leaves of greeneverywhere, and have the n e r v e to call itfinished. My childhood landscape was not land but the end of the land – the cold, salt, running hills of the Atlantic. I sometimes think my vision of the sea is the clearest … Read more the neighborhood landscapers
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