Hazel’s four month eyes are wide open staring up into the skirts of the Tree above her, her hands tucked into her chest. We’re lying on a sleeping pad I’ve spread atop a floor of pine needles, cedar fronds,and decomposing leaves from last fall and beyond. Cinnamon colored cedar twigs are scattered about like tree […]
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