Right now it is April 18 and I am walking along the steep coast at the peninsula on the Northeastern corner of our island. As I stop to record a voice memo, I notice that I no longer feel like continuing ahead. I’m not sure why: ahead is a field of juniper trees, bordering the sea and, in the far distance, seven long-haired cows. But I stand on the path…
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