It’s not like we can choose what spears us through the heart.
What lone cedar strikes us as the clouds burn off at noon.What pecan light. What clue as to how a person livesor dies—clew like the ball of yarn at the heart of themaze—follow and you will escape the bull-headed man. —Hannah VanderHart
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I love that last photo—-so many vultures! I think there’s more in town this year than I remember in prior years…..