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My First Swim

Before Jacob I had always been afraid of the river.  My parents spoke from time to time about drownings there and there were always stories about other accidents and even fights breaking out at the swimming holes upstream, just a … Continue reading

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Rachel Remembers – the Bike

Once he told me to bring a change of clothes to school.  Pair of jeans, he said. And a jacket. I didn’t tell him that I would, but I did, and minutes after the last bell he caught me in … Continue reading

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A Dark Dawn

Thunder before first light I wake and feel the house shake Nod and listen to the pelting rain Then the hollow gurgling in the downspouts Here and then gone and now only clouds Low hanging, covering the valley below Around … Continue reading

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Chapter Three

Rachel Thompson A week or so after that terrible debacle at the last dance school was over.  We walked across the stage in our caps and gowns and went back to our homes to loll through another summer, this time … Continue reading

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Beginnings

Chapter One Rachel Thompson This story is about first loves.  And my first infatuation, rapture even, was with a house.  I knew it from my earliest days as the Phillips house and I walked past it every day on my … Continue reading

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Dreams

I can’t remember my dreams But I know that I did dream Then a turn of the head A moment’s waking in morning light And they vanish, like wind through a net Only the whisper of their going remains . … Continue reading

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A Quiet Moment

Waiting for guests to arrive Relaxed, we are, having completed that long list And now strangely settled for just these moments Before the cars come down our lane * The house is sparkling and smells of pine and candle scent … Continue reading

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December 22, 2023

From my window I see an oak that was here long before me, or my house or my window.  It will be there, barring storm or disease, long after I, my house, and my window have gone the way of … Continue reading

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November 21, 2023

Now five weeks from the winter solstice we have long darkness on both sides of the day.  We now hurry to and from the car, dressed in rain gear, and our feet no longer touch the earth.  It is a … Continue reading

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October 30, 2023. Ten AM

This first cold morning the sky is white and the now almost bare treetops nod in the faint breeze and point their tiny fingers heavenward, like flames.  I hear the random tapping of water drops, the remnants of the rain … Continue reading

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