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Transition

Soon the deer will leave the mountains.Search our garden for vegetation.Bite the tops off tea roses, their teeth leaving scars.In the yard the ash tree dropsleaves into the browning grass. My husband rakes around each…

Emma Stands at Her Doorway: Nauvoo, 1846

Rinse out the rag while you stand at the door; there is no more ripe fruit at this point in the season. Those wagons that rise on the opposite bank are filled with what they…

Moroni 12

My father has appeared—not in a dream—and shown me where to haul the plates off to,a harder task now that I had the recordsof Mormon whole and Ether shortened upand needed a bigger box to…