If you do not notice the rain-slicked chickens or the wheelbarrow, once bright red, now rusted through with a constellation of holes, do not despair. Yes, so much depends upon your rapt attention, but if for an afternoon the tree remains just tree, the bird just bird, will the world notice? Will those asleep to […]
David Holper
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The Six Things a River Might Say, If It Were to Speak
I) There is no such thing as a…