I took one small step closer, cautious, curious and completely aware that all he had to do was take one powerful leap in my direction to spear me with those handsome antlers of his. His watchful, deep black eyes were on me. Though his munching jaws would seem to say that he could care less…
In the white and milky moonlight, in the shallow and seemingly subtle cracks, the stories lay thick in layers from one day to the next, accumulating, unwritten and unread like old magazines in the corner of the closet. If I could close the door and crouch in silence, hide with the dark and peel the vibrant…
It’s 6:39am. All ten fingers curl around my mug made of clay, sun and moon. A soy latte the color of a soaken mudpie warms my throat before sliding down into my belly. On a perfect day, there is no rush, no urgency to shower or wake the children. I am free to tiptoe down…
wander wonder discover 
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