Tamarack Fire, 2021 O ashfall, o char-choke o incineration-stink O gust-blown, o tempest-spread spotfire spotfire spotfire O silverblue
Come upon a meeting of children under the bright hood of raining ash and they are all white. Two redheads, two blondes, and finally,
We had been talking about how clear the water was, waist-deep and deeply satisfied to be inside my Great Lake as if I were