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  • Listening for the Solitary Owl

    I’ve been staying at a house on a river—complete privacy surrounded by so many different kinds of trees. There’s a Barred Owl who calls out every night, and even though the temperature keeps dropping after dark, I leave the bedroom window wide open to hear her as I drift off. A friend came up for…

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  • Escape from the Wet/Return to the Wet

    I left my hometown of Salem, Oregon at age 17 for a summer job at Breitenbush Hot Springs where, naked, I scrubbed out the tubs with baking soda and, after work, made out with a soft-spoken hippie boy in the back meadow. From there, my big plan: GO SOMEPLACE HOT. My friend Jen and I…

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