Ghost In The Road Original Artthe story The drive back to our hotel from Yellowstones Lamar Valley was harrowing. The sun was gone and darkness blanketed the winding way home. We snaked around curve after curve, my eyes peeled for any signs of movement. Then we saw a small coyote trotting down the middle of the road. As we came upon him, I slowed to a stop. He turned his head and stood frozen in the bright beam of our headlights. Time stood still. He looked at us and we looked at

It was a huge source of national pride

but it seems like the more I make

Wonder called me

Each of us is like that tiny sailboat

" --Lisa Braithwaite

This bison is terrible at golf

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and curiosity turned the world into a playground of possibility

• Heather Grey color is 90% cotton

and if we catch ourselves doing it

boring meetings

To just be