Tonight I’ll fall asleep under the familiar comfort of quilts, cedar smoke and my parents’ voices where they sit next to the wood stove downstairs in the living room, the 55+ year timbre of their ritual discussion about local news and events of the day. Their muted dialog about family and feeding calves carries up the metal flue to my childhood bed where I am camped directly above, a canter calling back across the years, primal vocal patterns woven into […]
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