The more you look, the more you see.
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always with you
These days I have a hard time with long-form writing.
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eclipse
Every moment of every day there’s an eclipse in space.
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There’s monsters in there
It’s brave to know when you’re scared.
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neverland
This local natural area has a point of interest called Blood Pit—terribly on brand for the 78666.
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Caddo Lake
We came for the moss, herons and egrets.
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Merge
Three months on, and I still don’t have the words. But I do have the pictures, the whole day off, fingerless gloves and a sleepy dog wedging her head in the base of the roller chair.
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New Orleans!
My last and only time in the Crescent City, I was 20, a roadtrip pilgrimage to goth Mecca with Anna and Bennett to poke through cemeteries, corset shops and dance floors, adamant we had no interest in stalking Anne Rice.
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Leaf Peepin
October saw us on aeroplanes herk-jerkin to Boston that chewed us up in traffic and spit us out on 93. It was dark and stormy when we reached our destination—a New Hampshire cabin owned by Arthur’s aunt and uncle.
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Big Bend and Marfa
We wanted to camp in Big Bend and return to the McDonald Observatory. See the heavens through giant telescopes, through our naked eyes, tiny orbs in the galaxy and the Marfa lights.
