Fortune
On the deck there is snow
Dickinson, Adam
How We Look at Maps
In the living room, the bright skull of Africa
Calling in the Dogs
He doubted as a child
The Distance is Taciturn
Too often the ending is horizon,
By the Shape of a Canoe
Grey Owl: Tales of an Empty Cabin
Headwaters
Allan Briesmaster: Weighted Light; albert fuller: flowers in the empty house; Merike Lugus: Ophelia After Centuries of Trying
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