Greetings from the bucolic meadows of Pennsylvania in April, where I’m staying with friends for a spell while I tie up paperwork related to my mother’s death. There is an abundance of flowering trees as well many juicy green regular trees. There are big bees, velvet-black moths, and smaller moths whose wings have a pale violet interior. Yesterday I set out for a hike and found myself intersecting the Appalachian Trail. It was not on my list but I will take it.

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