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Poems, musings and photographs from the surrounds of the Salish Sea.
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This flower, for crying out loud, does not need a guardian, a map, or any particular reason to wave its colored capes and thrill us all. Even while bowing to the rain pelting down (over night, over day) it still figures in the distance: a promise, an entire life's possibility. This wild and anonymous flower asks no questions, knowing already its single and solitary refrain: because, because, because...