As the last days of summer mingled with autumn I went for a walk, wanting to feel heat on my skin one more time before the cold came. I went to a place that’s quiet. I had in mind a spot at the top of a hill known by locals as ‘Two Pine.’
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When I was little I wanted to be a writer. I never stopped wanting to be a writer. As a child exploring, my imagination felt delicious, wonder-ful, and wonder-filling.
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