I Cannot Write

I’m starving for the trees, yearning for the wind to tease my hair into tangles, sniffing for the mast and earth scent unique to a forest. I want the winding mountain trails and the quiet creeks that go to rushing mountain streams. I seek the peace of the evening broken by hoot owls, coyotes, and […]

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{This is pre-history from my Acadia world.} Willow watched the young barbarian step cautiously through towering oak and elm, pine and cedar, hickory and pecan.  Barely a yard in and he thought some big predator was going to pounce on him. Half the forest was already aware of his presence. How loud the barbarian walked! […]

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