The Three of Pentacles
a love letter on living in certain unacceptable conditions
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Dear Kiernan, my love,
I walked up into the woods I’ve been wanting to walk into for a while. The land beyond our house slopes up, more of a gentle inhale of pine and holly, oak and elm than a foothill, never mind a mountain. People own this land, so I’ve been hesitant to climb it. There’s the pasture that I guess our neighbor Bill mows, but beyond the …