if you sit as still as the forest can seem-
feet steeped in head-height ashes-
you get to see magic.
one flower-seeking American Goldfinch-
this precocious friend landed on my beer bottle neck, and hung out for about 18 years-
those were the good years.
Expat from Oregon, living in Turin Italy for the foreseeable future.
I was born roughly an hour south of the Canadian border. I love riding singletrack, reading, writing, cooking food for friends, feminist-syndaclism, gardening, and feeling helpful.
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