A Talking Stick Speaks Out. Kind of.
It was just a stick that had fallen out of a neighbor’s tree and now it laid on their finely manicured lawn, but as I passed it on my morning walk, day after day after day, I found myself giving this stick way more thought and attention than seems normal or sane...
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