In 1988, I suddenly started writing, apparently because the mountain decided it had something to say. Before then, I never would have guessed I was interested in being a writer, so it must have been the mountain's idea. In those days, I was hiking the mountain several times a week, at least part way up, and seeing things.
So I came home and wrote. There are thirteen of them in all. I went on to write many other things, and I've had fun with it, even made a few dollars here and there. These first writings still hold a unique place in my heart, and in the interests of the historical record, I'm making a home for them in cyberspace. Today and for the next 12 they will appear on Small Wonders.
Thursday Poem - Epiphany
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