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Year 2 • Epilogue
My office is a field of poison flowers purple swaying in the breeze. It is also a pathway. For a bear, whose tracks have on occasion encountered my own. Surprised by each other’s quiet presence, we make eye contact before retreat. • On the way to my desk, I traverse a shelf more mixed than lush: Throat Forest — a half failing aspen grove, green shoots among the fallen white trunks. • That which is pliant is a disciple of life: that which is rigid, a disciple of death. • Throat Forest voices this point. The living trees bend and sway, while the dead hold steady and unwavering: solemn monuments, they are their own gravestones. • This has been a year of adjustment, a season of bending and adapting. But in so, a year of life. I appreciate your presence, and this show will return soon, with more findings and searchings. To support The Wind, become a patron at www.patreon.com/thewind Subscribe at thewind.org
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