Copper, yellow, sienna, the color of coffee with a double shot of crème---these the colors of the Wenham Woods this morning. How does color come, and how do our eyes convince our brains and hearts to comprehend this gift, this gift that is the autumn gratuity of leaves?
posted by William Stevenson @ 11:43 AM
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I am a writer currently working on novels and poetry. Previously I have worked in the Selway Bitteroot Wilderness as a fire fighter and on trails, worked as an editor for a book company, and taught Latin and Literature at a Christian School. Two years ago I went to Poland to teach English at a church camp in Czarna Gora (winter) and in Wladyslawowo (summer). It is quite a beatiful country (piekny Kraj).
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