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The sandhill cranes are back — high-in-the-sky dinosaurs, extra-large and extra loud — circling in drunken loops before landing in the pasture. It’s early, but they, and a stunted grape hyacinth pushing up in the driveway circle, press a kind of juice through me — like plums smashed into wine. They offer the hope ofContinue reading “The Witch’s Work of Becoming”