I was lost. Again. The map a crumpled heap in my lap. I had discarded my phone and anything with a signal. Truth is I
Monday morning, I was driving the tractor, churning along the furrows, hilling up soil to support baby cane sprouts… The chirruping of the phone disturbed
I tried to focus on what Old Uncle was saying but he tended to go off on his many digressions. No one was genuinely interested
I am watching her from across the street. First, she sprinkles flour all over the counter-top and places a soft, pre-made oily dough in the
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