By the time we were making our way home, none of us could remember why a naked photo shoot was a good idea.
These are noble and sacred individuals, whose dignity invites us to look at who we are as beings.
The gates on the covered bridge close
He was just Heron, reminding me to keep my feet on the ground.
Who hasn’t heard that cry, like something primeval calling out to lost souls
Streams are connections that enable us to thrive.