He is with me.

Light dribbles through the oak canopies to anoint my hair. I stroll through the neighborhood's heady jasmine fragrance, holding my chin high. My cheek-straining grin is not aimed at that magnificent evening sky. My eyes do not sparkle in awe of coral-striped cirrus or the swallows' aerial ballet.HE is with me.┬áHis…

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Light Impressions

I peer into a hole in the mud. About two and a half inches in diameter, it sinks at an angle to a depth I cannot see. No one has walked along this side of the house in months, so I rule out poles and sticks. The abundant squirrels and overgrown…

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