The Sky Is My Garden
Monday, August 24, 2015
A Bruised Sunrise
Only coyotes seem to truly understand the need to openly cry when the final shoal of stars falter above the western horizon where clouds break like seawaves against the bruised colors of first light.
--Mitchell Hegman
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Ariel Murphy
August 24, 2015 at 8:50 PM
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Mitchell Hegman
August 25, 2015 at 6:05 AM
The call of coyotes is singularly lonely.
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