Tag: atascadero

Egon

The first time I met Egon a tree had fallen across the dirt road leading to our house. My...

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Spring

I’ve lived in Atascadero for seventeen years and towards the end of every winter I become a fretful Demeter waiting for Persephone: unconvinced that this time the decimated, disconsolate yard will emerge from Hades.

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