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There is a place in the forest after a fire where the trees still stand in familiar formation. The air smells different.The light falls without the same filter of green. The ground is ash.But the path is recognizable. February 21st is that kind of place for me. It is a…
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The Shape of What Survives
The buck stood at the edge of the woods. His body was taut with attention, head lifted, ears angled toward every possible threat. Framed by…
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After the Fire
In the mountains, storms pass. The sky clears. The land steadies itself again. But wildfire is different. Smoke blots out familiar horizons. The ground is…
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Threshold of Light
There is an hour at the edge of day that drifts between light and shadow. Not quite morning, not yet night. A thin, passing moment…
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Where Shelter Ends
There is a place on the mountain where the trees stop—not because the climb is over, but because the conditions have grown too exposed. Wind…