Tag: small
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October 27, 2015
I’m in Grand Marais, and it is just that–grand. It is grand to stand at the edge of the world, and almost disappear into the immensity. It is grand to be reminded how impossibly small I am. I get up in the morning and look out at that inland sea, and think here I am—maybe…
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October 1, 2015
I’ve got a chipmunk living in a hole in the stairs by my back door. She comes out and sits on the steps in the late afternoon. She arranges herself in a patch of sunlight. I’ve learned to round the corner of the house slowly in the afternoon. That way I don’t startle her. That…