The TripI stand by the car with my hand on the door. Streetlights and porch lights dot the neighborhood like little halos of indifference. Lazy…Jun 8, 202048Jun 8, 202048
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Fruit BirdThe birds come to my yard to eat. They come in winter for red berries and pull invertebrates from the ground in spring.Feb 16, 2020176Feb 16, 2020176
Burn PileAfter my mom and I clear brush from her property, we burn it in the bonfire.Feb 11, 2020107Feb 11, 2020107