green living

Other People's Dreams

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It wasn't until fifteen years ago that I had any dreams of my own about settlement. I lived in cheap rentals and was proud that I could pack everything I cared about into the back of my pickup truck. Every summer I did just that and went on the road. Mostly I ended up "out west" where the rivers were wild and my writer friends took me in as a wandering poet.

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