The Waterfall —

By Bibiana Krall “I have never danced in the rain,” she said. Her words transported me back in time to my childhood. Woods protected our farm, a fragrant mystery of spruce, maple and oak. The rain gutter on the barn perched so high, hawks nested there. Providence was a hole in the eavestrough the size […]

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