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I notice the sensations of my suburban neighbourhood as it wakes: the smell of grilling fish; bags of burnable garbage neatly piled under blue or yellow crow nets; occasionally a scooter or even car running a red light on empty streets; a flick of songbirds strung along overhead powerlines. Clouds of warm, humid air scuttle in from the Pacific; cold, dry winter skies are chiselled out of…
Aaron Paulson
Carol Labuzzetta, MS
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These, too, can be special moments.
I write about the environment, education, nature, and travel. Having two master's degrees, in nursing and environmental education, I am a teacher at heart.
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