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An echinacea blossom sits in a vase on the kitchen table, slightly to the left of center, bowing in my direction. Some of these wildflowers are sturdier than most, and even cut retain their bearing, their color and form, for many days. There are people like that as well, keep blooming when the root is …

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Wane

Before the last full moon of Autumn rises behind the hill. The last full moon of Autumn. Last night it left behind a silver sand, on every blade a crystal strand that morning light made sparkle, turn to tears, then fall remembered winter to the earth. And all the leaves have fallen – summer's skirt …

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The brightest star on the coldest night

The night is cold, and because it is cold, the air is clear; it is a northern night. With the car turned off, and no light yet in the house beyond, the stillness seems to descend, as though stillness were a thing of the heavens — is it not? — a tangible substance, instead of the …

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A flower the color of history

Every day should surrender a small jewel, something new and intriguing for the body or the mind. Every day does, unless you have been sleeping. I woke today to page 122 of the hardcover edition of Silk Road Cooking, by Najmieh Batmanglij: Saffron Long treasured as a medicine, perfume, dye, and seasoning,saffron consists of the golden stigmas of the …

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