Giving Up the Sacred
When my long-dead father told me in a dream the other night that a housing development had been built in the little Northern California valley where I grew up and that the home place has not 24 but 63 acres, I wondered how many dwelling units would fit on that much land. A lot, I thought with excitement. What?
For years I've held that place sacred, unequ…
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