She felt the moon. She felt the magic—both calling to her then. A change on the wind, cool blow from the north. There would be a killing frost; ice crystals’ suspend in air and sky forming halo around full moon, bright aurora around form, hinter-edged in prism light, kaleidoscopic in the […]
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I’m disking a field today. It’s been a while since I’ve ran one. I am finding it therapeutic—as work with good and observable results often can be. The field I am working is covered in ruts. It was a wet spring and, sometimes, you have to make the best go of a […]