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The Bottlebrush Didn’t Have a Poem at the Writing Conference

Between the dining hall and the classroom was a bottlebrush shrub.  It was precisely machine trimmed with square edges, flat top and plumb sides.  Conformed to a box, the nature within had lost its wildness.  Only two red brushes survived … Continue reading

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