Tag Archives: Sara Hughes

At Sixty

He has hiked enough trails to know even the firmest terrain gives way sometimes. Sometimes, the ground, hard as bones, shifts quietly like an old bear in its sleep. So when a woman half his age runs her fingers along … Continue reading

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At Twenty

He glides through the woods, trusting his legs to guide him down any path. Wind crackles through the leaves like applause a mile away. He rides his motorcycle to any field he wants, sleeps on the hard ground. He wakes … Continue reading

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