It's the time of year when most sunrises can remind you that
even the most Good-Friday-ish of landscapes
eventually look like Easter.
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The Old Pigeon River crossing
I live at (almost) the end of the rainbow.
A U.S. writer living in Canada examines borders, boundaries, and other invisible (though not imaginary) lines.
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The Old Pigeon River crossing
I live at (almost) the end of the rainbow.
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