Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
"The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own." I saw the scrap of paper at the top of the desk drawer. I squinted at the crabbed writing, so like mine, but definitely not my hand. My aunt and I were very similar in a lot of ways, and our lefty scrawls were near the top of the list. I sighed as I put it in the box with all the other papers. This box would go in the van with the others, to go through when the loss wasn't so raw.
The Fox and the Crow, Part Two
When Crow woke up, he remembered today was the day of The Gathering of the Animals. The sun was well up, so he had missed much of it already. He sighed, and stretched his wings. Well, they were mostly boring anyway, so maybe it would be better to wander down to the river and see who else didn't go.
Lunar tango stops, Engag'd in solar orbit- Happy Birthday, Love.
Please, my beloved, Come and stay with me a while - I mean forever.
If walls could talk: I remember it as if it was yesterday. Because it was, by my reckoning. You organics, you have no idea of the true concept of Time. I was old when you were tiny things growing on the surface of us. You were scattered grains when the dinosaurs ruled. You hadn't even evolved when your kind started banging my kind together, to eliminate more of your kind.