Tag Archives: Marguerite Guzman Bouvard

Becoming New

As I clambered up the slopes in late afternoon, light blazed in my eyes, meadows of green flames washed the air. But in the clearing an old man was standing motionless, gazing at the snowy peaks as if wings quivered … Continue reading

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A Dream of Order

There is a new word that speaks of our presence – polar vortex. It is weakening and sometimes split in two leaving snow on a row of gondoliers in Venice, unexpected storms in Scotland and England, but we are too … Continue reading

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