The way the day began, each, in slow, steady waves, with flocks of birds breaking the first silence, as though they knew how epic it all was. The density of scent and sound.
Oh, Havana, you're not even a full week past.
Into the shower, while D speeds away on the snowmobile to meet a potential intern at the farm.
Our home smells like pancakes.
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