I tell my mother I want to triumph over evil Meaning triumph over the tiny orange leaf falling in my coffee cup, triumph over the bathing...

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i When the loon surfaces on the flat five o'clock bay, I realize we have both been under water for far too long. It dives again & I hold...

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Spring From the window I saw a red-tailed hawk, perched in a tree, eating one of the neighbors’ chickens. I’d seen that chicken before,...