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When the universe is stilled
Whitney Pipkin Whitney Pipkin

When the universe is stilled

The fields are heavy with golden light, imbuing nostalgia into every blade of prairie grass. I am searching the tree line for the outline of hawks, and catching my breath every time a white-breasted kestrel takes flight.

I’ve forgotten how golden this golden hour can be.

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Greet the ashes
Whitney Pipkin Whitney Pipkin

Greet the ashes

Here’s a Lent practice that might be in direct opposition to your ad algorithms: Look in the mirror each day. Greet the ashes.

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Winter’s last sunrise
Whitney Pipkin Whitney Pipkin

Winter’s last sunrise

can’t peel myself away from the window over the kitchen sink. The vermillion sun is climbing over the horizon, just beyond the stand of trees that makes up our backyard, and I am mesmerized…

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