Letter of the Week
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I remember the lawn stretching toward the creek, oft times, the beaver dam. A focal point is where we buried her, our loyal Flanna, a long golden life. I only imagine the inside now, having not been near for years. I’m outside now. I remember the furniture, my favorite chair, the couch for you and…
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This is a site based on my writing with a focus on cathartic moments and points in my life that I hope might resonate with readers.
Each is transcribed with care and respect for the medium that first carried it: the typewritten page.
What Crosses My Mind 