I don’t know about you, but, in November when we set our clocks back by an hour, I move into slo-mo .
I actually love the quiet energy of late fall and early winter; falling into long hours of darkness, the first frost, and bright star-lit nights, engender my search for a quiet cave where I, like the black bears, search for shelter in a womb-like tight,…
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