Calaveras Enterprise


This place, this life flows through me sacred feeling place of healing.   Spring bursts as round-shouldered hills roll out green rugs.   We’re lucky enough—             mud on boots             worth every             emerging crystal.   Spring, autumn beauty Nature’s sounds—             rain sifts through cedars             doves coo in oaks             rivers echo.   Summer—I […]

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