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Spade in hand, I was wandering my acre of emerging prairie this summer, digging out thistles, and those pretty but invasive specimens of Queen…

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I coveted my mother’s pottery collection—gritty chestnut bowls, buttery amber saucers, grey-beige platters molded from earth. Until we went to…

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I always lived near woods as a child. As a young child I lived near small woods and as a teenager I lived near bigger woods. I always loved to…

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