Here’s a poem inspired by the dismal few days of smoky skies we’ve been having where I’m at in Central Oregon, an experience I know is shared by many others around the world. The poor air quality and low visibility can’t help but weigh on me, knowing it’s become a routine for this time of year that’s only forecasted to get worse as the trends of climate…
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