lights down and crickets up -- the thicket stuffed with thickest sounds -- peepers ground low and sky high in bare tree echos of nearly spring efforts that wait for the right force of rain or wind or will or sun to stun their surroundings by expanding into exploring growth and the hope of a new season while still aching cold that's bone deep --
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While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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