Essays
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On the Way to Painswick
Dave leaned against the weathered, wooden gate, his mannerisms gruff like his beard and earth-stained clothing. He appeared as much a part of the landscape as the sycamore trees and worn paths of the Cotswold countryside. His DNA made of the dirt under his fingernails. As we stumbled upon his stall from the adjacent road, Continue reading
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The Night Nothing Happened
This story first takes shape as a scramble of words into the notes section of my iPhone, then in folklore form to my family. But what is the “story” if nothing happened? Daytime in the wild brims with adventure, freedom and possibility. We chase sunlight around the redwood-shaded campground and float in translucent water where Continue reading
Jenna Nienhuis 