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“Anchoring,” going to a secondhand store, watching the boys play pool
By Our ReadersFebruary 1989Two blue herons, a red tail-feather, wild blueberries
By Our ReadersJanuary 1989A green swing set, Mother’s Day cards, an afternoon of “Tosca”
By Our ReadersDecember 1988At church camp, in a air raid shelter in wartime England, on an old flatbed trailer
By Our ReadersNovember 1988The Alphabet Lady; a broad, black, shiny feather; a penny on the tip of the lion’s nose
By Our ReadersOctober 1988A left-hand turn; a dew-laced web; a piece of blue paper, folded once
By Our ReadersSeptember 1988Playing with dolphins, finding things to enjoy, flying kites
By Our ReadersAugust 1988Being a tree, meeting the neighbors, growing larger than pains
By Our ReadersJuly 1988Adopting, reconnecting with an old friend, being AWOL in peacetime
By Our ReadersJune 1988Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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