When our season comes
we shall live by moons
and we'll be free.
Rural in Nature, Transcendental in Temperament
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- The Image that Bursts from Your Heart
- Parhelion
- Evening Song
- Even in the Darkest Days
- Such Things as Revealed by Winter
- Angle of View
- Early Winter Morning
- Continuum
- Christmas Night
- Hunting Dogs
- The In-Between
- Biophilia
- Companionship
- Practicing Serenity
- Courting the Present
- Closer to Our Little Solstice
- New Beginnings
- The Way Back
- Going
- Searchers
- After a Storm on the Banks
- Swan Beach Courtesy
- Coastal Flooding
- Not by Minutes
- Running at Night
- Swan Beach Lament
- Barn With No Animals
- The Wind Does Its Work
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