Tag Archives: Loren Chasse

Father and daughter

One day you will notice what the days do, how they curl and build and fall apart like the waves, most times indistinct, sometimesĀ disappearing like socks in a drawer you can’t find, they fold over on themselves and get separated … Continue reading

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From the throat, a crow’s hand

We are several hours away in the hills, the desert steppe, a friend’s cabin, down a dead end road that leads to a lake, a quarry, so quiet you can hear the gravel on the shoulder when we pull over … Continue reading

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