Jonathan Riedel
Joined March 2021
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Dear Charlotte
As a child, Charlie loved spending time in freshwater creeks while her father looked on. In the mudbanks along the Catawba River, she dug through dirty snow to pull out earthworms in winter and hunted for rocks flecked with pyrite in summer. She waded into the streams to look for the black, beady eyes of a crayfish shimmering two inches beneath the surface of the water. From atop moss-covered rocks, she watched the minnows flit around her feet until her legs got numb from cold and her father called from the side to tell her it was time.
By Jonathan Riedel3 years ago in Humans