Thank You, Brenda Mason of Sandy Lake. for your wisdom, stories, and friendship.
The deep sound of the drum did travel. Projecting a dream catching web along its moonlit hide surface, like a contained shadow theater.
A hooting owl across the bay, a rattle behind me, and hiding inside the webbed drum; a neon yellow spider.
Thanks Dad; for never thinking I was too young to run around the yard with my glowing fire stick.