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My Turn: Grieving through nature

The viburnum leaves are now a rich garnet red. The goldenrods’ greying, frizzled heads tentatively touch the frosted earth, and the venerable maple reluctantly drops her golden leaves, strewing an unkempt pelt of brown and bronze and rust across the lawn. Koo is my Inuit carving. He lives on the kitchen windowsill, silent companion to […]

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