4 years after discovering Dolores, I made the difficult yet correct (-feeling) decision to leave. reluctantly I admitted the solitude of rural living had spent my resources skint; Mary Oliver I am sadly not. luckily the folks I’ll miss most really showed up to soften the edges and take on to-dos. beyond grateful for communal emotional processing, I left it well. here are a few snippets from the last dawn spent in a place I (will always) love.