Starflower was beginning to bloom near the beaver marsh. The remains of lady’s slipper blossoms rustled against their pedicels, fluttering as yet another rainstorm approached.
We came together and the skies opened up. My hand took hers and roads
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Taking a break from educating the public at the Arizona-Sonora Desert Museum
I’ve been quiet here for a little bit. Some of the reason is that I’ve been busy with a couple of other projects, one of which I’ll be saying more about here in a few
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