Whoo, whoo. An owl in the tallest blue spruce. Before sunrise. Patches of ice
in the driveway.
Facing each other, we held a single brush in the air with our right hands.
I, left-handed, felt awkward h…
Whoo, whoo. An owl in the tallest blue spruce. Before sunrise. Patches of ice
in the driveway.
Facing each other, we held a single brush in the air with our right hands.
I, left-handed, felt awkward h…
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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