Windthrow Rare on Established Specimens
No wonder it’s called milk thistle, that purple
bauble with its auriole of thorns. Milk is prickling
in me again– letdown, they call it.
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You Can’t Trust Your Brain
You see the smoke before you hear the gun go off.
In my study of storytelling, one of the major rabbit holes I tripped down was stories: of false memories, optical illusions, and other imagination anomalies. After reading stories and nonfiction works…
