
In a world of sticks and stones, wet and cold, wild, untamable, unreachable yet available, always ready, teachable moments, A strand of bull kelp lies helpless on the sand, a gullβs stern look, thirty-seven King Salmon circling in the fish wheel, we release twenty-five and give thanks A mossy trail weaves, becomes lost, reappears again [β¦]
Wild Untamable Moments

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