When people say they love to walk on the beach, I take their comment literally. Walking on the beach is just walking for them. Walking on the beach is slow and immersive for me, but perhaps walking is the wrong term. Continue reading “Walk Like This”
“You’ll never guess what I brought home from the art museum,” our visiting friend Hazel announced. She pulled a small bundle of bubble paper from a crumpled bag and began to unroll it.
Several silky white hairs protruded from the package, then floated gently to the floor. As she continued to strip the wrappings off her treasure, it became clear that a long, cylindrical object was about to emerge.
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