Friday October 15, 2010

Just as the sun strikes my face, in the corner of my eye a hawk sweeps into the woods. She ghosts past, flared tail orange among the leaves.

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  1. This is exquisite.

    Love the idea of writing from one’s front porch, something every day. (I found your blog via Hannah S./The Storialist!)


    1. Hey, thanks for stopping by!

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