Tradition
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Tradition

I’m writing to you from a car in the middle of 35 in southern Minnesota. We’re passing field after field, the afternoon sun dropping lower in the sky, and everything’s a hazy grey-brown color today. The trees haven’t budded yet, and they stand tall and dead, cracking their branches against the sky. Water towers, fences, cows, a few … Continue reading

Two Months
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Two Months

I’ve caught this coffee shop right at its close. The barista is leisurely, but thoroughly, pushing a mop around the tile. He wears a blue sweatshirt and takes his time. The other barista’s keys are jingling as she moves hurriedly, wiping counters, pushing milk into fridges, and runs water into a big sink. She pauses … Continue reading