Category: Simple Pleasures
Short articles that are meditations on my personal sensory experiences of the Black Hills
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On the cheery songs of the jubilant grasshopper and the nocturnal tunes of the cricket in the Black Hills.
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When you first arrive in the Black Hills or when you awake on a summer morning, an extremely pleasant smell washes over you. It smells like pine trees that have been baking in the sun. It has a name. Read on.
