The air is different, surprisingly so. Untethered, I wait for instructions. Czeslaw Milosz meets me each morning in his collected poems, instructing me on what it means to see. The psalmist tells me that plans come to nothing on the day we die, and that those who trust in the Lord are blessed. George MacDonald's …
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JEFF BERRYMAN 