Monthly Archives: August 2014

Grave Digger

I dug a grave yesterday.  I dug it deep in our woods on a wide shelf located in a grove amid the pines, down a hill from one of our fields.  To get there, you must stoop and walk between … Continue reading

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The High Harsh Light Of August

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.  The weeks that come before are only a … Continue reading

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