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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

~ Writing from the Edge of the Wild

Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Tag Archives: Lovers

In the Mood for Love, in Music and Art

September 15, 2017

Some favorite pairings in music and art to start your weekend off. I fell in love with this hauntingly sad-sweet …

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Love Lost, and Renewed

April 25, 2013

Not long after I decided to leave my husband I met someone new. I was working part-time at a book …

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Some Silly Little Love Poems, Unloosed at Last

April 14, 2013

In celebration of April as National Poetry Month, I will be releasing over the next week or so some poetry …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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