The front showed in bands across the western sky, cream wisp of clouds above shadow underside of storm, their contrast lighted sharp by the rising eastern sun. Sky weighed cool and damp with the scent of humus—spring’s living earth disturbed, trodden, and cloven between hooves into mud beneath ranging cattle—holding in its air. […]
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PERCEPTION OF PURPOSE
“All novels, all poetry, are built to the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.”—John Steinbeck, East of […]
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SMALL THINGS
Small things mean more than we imagine. Be grateful for when, and in whom, they show.