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At daybreak, I am walking in the deep woods. Centuries of old…
I used to think it was different for me somehow, seeing the…
The evening done, a busy day ends. Standing and looking after chores…
The moon rises, watching over everything, but not white, all white. Not…
The spread of morning and of spring, so definite and bright, resurrected…
For season after season summer parched its stubble of earth and stone.…
In my area, people well know they’re on a regular flight-path…
I read soon we’ll not be able to distinguish the stars Because…
I apologize for being the way I am. I apologize for being…
After George C. Erkmann, 1934-2021, Of the NHP-Mineola Runner’s Club …
