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As a child living on a rural property, I spent a lot of time outside, mostly alone I imagine, absorbing seasonal stories as I wandered from flowering fields to deep stands of sumac. The shifting sediment in the quarry sometimes exhumed its natural inhabitants, as the pioneer rock piles handed over evidence of a past life, chipped and pretty.

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