I wonder if, years later, Montana will seem like a blip—or the beginning of the rest of my life.
Those mornings shivering at the mean edge of the public pool were worth it for the moment when you’d slide into the deep end.
She’d lift gifts from her suitcase, and I would forgive her desertion instantly.
I’m uncomfortable around ambulances or the overdressed crowds outside funeral parlors.
Our lives need to go beyond looking. Life with nature needs to be meaningful.
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