Unzip the lock. A few pounds worth of flour-like grey weighing down my left palm while digging in with a plastic hummus container. This morning is magic. Dampened stonewalls and trees dressed by a perfect love affair between algae and fungus. Engorged moss like a breastfeeding mother away from her infant too long. Fern bedsContinue reading “Scattered”
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“[The bicycle] has done more to emancipate women than any one thing in the world. … It gives her a feeling of self-reliance and independence the moment she takes her seat; and away she goes, the picture of untrammelled womanhood.” Susan B. Anthony Nothing taps into my sense of freedom like book-ending a day onContinue reading “b•i•c•y•c•l•e”
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