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Great Peace March Memories Essay 3: Screaming Into the Beauty
February 3, 2022: Already the rose glow falls on the land earlier. In the morning, streams of yellow light pierce the forest we’ve been clearing near the house and refract in searching rays over the dark duff. Still no rain in sight, and things are getting drier. The beauty of springtime still holds me in a cradle of sweetness, but I know the heat will …
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