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Apple | East Wenatchee, WA | March 2020

I’m fascinated by starlight, particularly today’s photons flung from the Sun straight to the stool in our kitchen. In fact, everything rises from such solar energy — the coffee I sip, poodle paws twitching in a dream, Jimmy at the 7-Eleven, an apple in evening’s glow, the virus that jangles our nerves. This illumination from afar connects all of it, all of us. I slip my bare tootsies into black rubber boots warmed miraculously by the well-traveled light. Comfort from the cosmic, right here on the patio.

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